Befana Miraculous Novels & Stories

A beat of silence passed, heavy and suffocating. “None, Miss Bachvarov. Not a single soul. And do you know what makes this different?” She leaned in, her eyes narrowing. “You. You got out. You escaped. You’re not just some blurry face in a missing person poster or a name etched into a case file doomed to gather dust—and you’re the only one I’ve ever sat across from who lived to tell the story.” Breanna paused, her voice quiet but relentless. “I don't know about you but—you're a miracle , and yet... you’re choosing silence. Choosing to walk out of this room—playing deaf to the screams of the other girls who weren’t as lucky.”

Shirley asked, unable to resist, "What are these people doing here? Begging for meat?" Beatrice got down from Alex, her pretty face a little pale. Her heart was filled with a fantasy about the future, curious to know how the person who could love her would look like. The person had arrived, though, and it was just that she did not know when the relationship would bloom. She reached out and stroked her hair, saying, "Before this, wasn’t Michelle selling immortal beast meat in the live room? It’s been proven that people who eat the meat of immortal beasts will not only be invulnerable and long-lived, but there’s the most important advantage now—the chances of awakening will be greatly increase

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

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.

He paused and shot a shrewd look in their direction, “You need more time don't you?” “The mission has a complication,” Aurelia said in a weak tone. The cracked lips of Gael curved upward, “Do tell.” Over the next few minutes, Aurelia and Zinjo explained the situation and the divine creature. “I've heard of the creature, the people of the golden sands call them Al' Miraj. They are divine creatures, but vicious, unforgiving, and exceptional with magic. I wish you all the luck in the world, just remember there are gentler divine beings in the world, or so I've heard.”

Fernanda spoke with a serene confidence, her voice carrying an air of wisdom. “You possess magic?” Mathias asked, his curiosity piqued. A smile crept across Mrs. Fernanda's face. “First-class witch of my kind, a seer of the great Lubato coven. And yes, I know why you came here,” she revealed, her eyes twinkling with knowing. Mathias swallowed nervously. “Last time I was here, you said something to my friend. You said she was cursed. I want to help her break free from this curse, and I need your assistance,” Mathias explained, his voice tinged with determination.