Befana Miraculous Novels & Stories

Lucia says smiling brightly, "Are there any special gifts that you can do that you know of? Manuel I remember your Father being a shape shifter. He could manipulate any part of his body to be anything he willed it to be!" Damn, really? That's freaking cool! "Ever since I was a child. I've been able to heal people by praying to the Father while touching them." Keya announces proudly. And I'm still amazed by that. Lucia and Edvard are shocked by this. "What? Really just by praying? That's... that's... can you demonstrate it on us?" Lucia asks but Keya looks confused asking, "How?"

This immediately made Felicia shocked and furious. “YOU, YOU BASTARD!!!” Felicia ran towards Frenska with her spear, but the Flintberg girl was about to finish her incantation. “In the name of Sulinea Fatir, the creator of this sacred technique, I, Frenska Albertovia, release you!!” “DIE, PLANT WITCH!!” Felicia got closer to the girl, but the Spell was already finished. “BIOMESA ALPALMA!!” WHOOSHH

she asked as Shamira tried to physically push herself through the wall behind her. "No, you're being the opposite of helpful," Clara said, moving to Shamira's side. "Listen, you can do this," she told her friend. "Mind over matter. You've been able to do everything else you set your mind to, so this should be a cakewalk." "An evil, eight-legged cakewalk," Shamira muttered. "They are not evil," Banshee replied primly. "Stand over there." She waited for Shamira to slowly make her way to the appointed spot. Then she opened up one of the enclosures and let a hairy monstrosity walk onto the back of her hand.

Mazikeen was securing the last buckle. "Are you comfortable, Seraphina?" I asked. She didn't answer. Her eyes were fixed on the window, her jaw clenched. I knelt beside her seat, my face close to hers. "Mazikeen," I began, my gaze sweeping over my second-in-command, "is a loyal companion. In some old texts, Mazikeen was said to be a succubus, one of Lucifer's most trusted. Powerful. Dangerous. She holds her loyalty above all else. Disrespect her again, Seraphina, and you'll face more than just her hardened face." I paused, letting the warning sink in. My eyes flickered back to Seraphina’s defiant profile.

She reminded them that they too possessed the ability to create miracles, to manifest their dreams, and to shine as beacons of light in a world often overshadowed by darkness. Chapter Five marked a turning point in Rita's story—a chapter of profound self-discovery and the unveiling of the magic that lay dormant within her. As she continued to navigate the intricacies of her spiritual path, she remained guided by the loving presence of Lumina, the wisdom of ancient teachings, and the unwavering love of God.

And now this tiny creature, wrapped in soft blankets, who had redefined my entire world. Every one present had their own unique expression, some of which I couldn’t identify and I guess mine was as obvious too Denara reached out slowly, touching her belly, almost in disbelief. She pressed around it, confused, like she was searching for some kind of physical proof that what just happened was real. “Stop that, my girl,” Grandma said gently, taking her hand. “Granny Yeneva…” Denara’s voice trembled. “Did you… did you do something? Magic? A miracle, maybe?”

"Be good, rest a little longer." The little girl was very obedient, resting her hand to the side and not forgetting to say, "I want to be healthy when I see sister." Hearing this, the woman looked up at the man again. He walked out of the ward and said to his secretary, "Go find someone. According to Fiona's description, she's very young and probably knows Zen magic. No matter who she is, she's our family's greatest benefactor!" "Yes." At the same time. Norfolk hospital ward.