All Chapters of The Healer's Bond : Chapter 241 - Chapter 249

Irsi was hungry for memories. It's tongues, although cold was salivating with a ravenous need for people's lives.It did not kill them. Where was the fun in that? It did not want them dead, it loved how they were left empty and aimless. Their soul screaming for a meaning to their unwritten existence.It loved how confused they were when it was done eating up their personal history, their goals and their purpose.There was a village near the edge of the world. It shuned the technology of that once ruled the world but ever since the mysterious virus wiped out almost half of humanity, the village had reverted back to the olden days.There were no cars or malls. Only vast farm lands and some surviving goats and cattle.The call of desires and memories drew Shatter Tongue to this place. It salivated from the smell of innocence.It wasn’t large—no more than twenty-three homes built in crescent shape around a central well, cradled in the roots of the northern cliffs. They called it Birch Hol

The Sovereign sat atop a throne of still-ice, in a room that never changed. Its domed ceiling shimmered faintly with frozen time, flickers of moments suspended in crystal: the raising of hands, the writing of names, the kissing of lovers—all trapped before they could become past tense.To move here was to remember too loudly.But now, in his stillness, something remembered him.Not by name—he had long erased it—but by opposition.The Ember.Emma.---Sensing the PulseThe Sovereign extended one hand.The wall before him shimmered and split—not into vision, but into truth-streams, the quiet threads of existence that only an entity like him could interpret.He followed the new ripple backward:– A pulse from the Flame Archives– A restored name in a girl’s mind in Birch Hollow– A faltering in Irsi’s unweaving threadHe watched the sequence like a conductor studying dissonance.She had passed the first Flame Trial.The White Flame had accepted her.And worse...It had synchronized with

The red flame on the third pedestal snarled and writhed, its surface rippling like molten anger barely kept in a jar of glass. It growled at Emma as if it sensed the hollow inside her—the missing ignition point, the origin of fury now turned to ash. She stood at the edge of the platform, shoulders stiff, her breath uneven. “I don’t feel anything,” she said quietly. “There’s nothing in me for it to answer.” Sarah stepped forward. “You don’t mean that.” “I do,” Emma said, her voice flat. “I know I should feel it. This flame is rage. Pain. Resistance. But I don’t… remember why I ever fought.” Steve clenched his fists. It wasn’t just that Emma had forgotten—it was that something had taken the memory. Sliced it clean from her, leaving behind only the shell. “Then we’re not starting the trial,” he said firmly. “We’re taking it back.”

The chamber changed.The moment Emma’s foot stepped beyond the final threshold, the floor beneath her feet melted into ash. Not the warm, glowing kind that comes after fire—but the brittle gray dust that coats the bones of fallen empires.The air was different here. Heavier. Each breath pulled something from her. It wasn’t fear.It was memory.Regret.Loss.And ahead, rising like an obsidian tower twisted into a blade, stood the last pedestal.Upon it, the Black Flame did not flicker.It consumed.A pure jet of darkness, impossibly deep, coiled upward like a spiral of liquid void—crackling with sparks that did not illuminate, but stole light instead.The Flame of Sacrifice.---Alone AgainSteve called out behind her.“Emma—wait!”But she couldn’t turn.Her feet were locked to the path.This trial, she knew, was final. Not in order—final in cost.Even the Flame Archives went quiet.The Black Flame pulsed once as she drew near.And then it whispered.Not with voices.With questions.--

Adam was trying his possible best to keep calm but he could not. He was wracked with a nervous energy and at the same time, he felt an intense excitement course through him.He had only been a human being for a few hours and he was not getting close to understanding how the human body functioned.His stomach had been growling non stop due to the hunger he was feeling and the confusing thing was how highly aroused he was.His nose was filled with this hot musky scent that drove him wild. He looked over at Priscillia and saw that she was neither flustered nor infected.What was happening to him?"What you are currently going through is know as lust and as long as you stay here, you will be experiencing it," Priscillia said.Adam swallowed nervously. "What is causing it?" He asked as he shifted nervously on the mahogany chair he sat on."I am," The alluring creature who was looking at him like he was food spoke up.Adam said nothing for a while as he studied the creature. "I feel like yo