All Might Injury Novels & Stories

“Mr. Allister!” “Master Allister!” ... The crowd was horrified. The warriors rushed forward to support Mitchell. Although he still had a pulse, he showed no signs of response. He was crippled by Andrius’ finger. “What...” “M-Mr. Allister has been crippled.” “How can that be?” “He only used a finger...” The Allisters were horrified. A single finger crippled Mitchell, showing a strength even greater than the Turtle Sage and Clarissa’s. It was so overpowering that it left no room for resistance.

Why was Regina also slapped? Netizen B: It seems that the wound is very serious! Is he okay? Netizen C: The report of injury is there, a level two minor injury. Netizen D: Minor injury? Then she might be fine! Netizen E: bullsh* t! It’s also a minor injury if your nose is broken. Believe it or not? As long as your arms and legs are fine, all other injuries are minor injuries. Don’t you understand this common sense? Netizen F: So, speaking of the video before, Regina was wronged!

"Jordan wanted to come and see you, but it seems like he violated some rules and now he can't come." Allen followed Aliana, speaking softly. Afraid that she would be disappointed, everyone nervously watched Aliana. "It's okay, I understand. He seemed to have gotten a little hurt, is he okay?" "It's okay, we have already seen it, he has already taken care of it, there are no major wounds, so you don't need to worry. Now the one to worry about is you, your injury is the most severe."

Everything was scattered on the floor. Looking around, I realized that some of our people were injured. Although some retained serious Injuries, luckily no one died. After sending the injured to the clinic and ensuring that the borders were well reinforced, Damian and I headed home. My body was screaming for some rest and all I had in mind was to slump on my bed and retire to dreamland yet the slap that welcomed me when I stepped inside the house sent my brain into a reset factory. “ Mum!" Damian shrieked as my father moved to hold my mother who seemed ready to deliver another slap on my delicate cheeks.

I watch as he examines my wrist, swearing under his breath and blaming himself for not showing up on time. So far, Allister has done a lot of things that have got me wondering. Right now, I can't help but wonder how in the goddess's name he found out that I was in trouble and in need of help. How does he even know where I work? “I will sue them,” Allister says, drawing my attention back to the present. He turns my wrist to the side carefully, to see the extent of my hurt, and his jaw ticks when I wince. “I will sue the management of this hospital for negligence, intentional harm, attempted assault… In fact, all of it.”

Because he didn’t fully shift his sweatpants managed to stay in place. “Do we have any casualties? I need a report on all injuries.” Gabe said. The seriousness of his tone never faltered. “No Casualties alpha, but some injuries. Minor injuries have already healed. Some of the pack warriors who had serious injuries have been taken to the pack doctors. Everyone is expected to have a full recovery.” Tanner said. He was the perfect beta to Gabriel.

Afraid she'd grab the knife in my hand, he lashed out and kicked me hard in the chest. I stumbled back and fell to the ground. Chloe rushed to help me, but slipped too and hit the ground with a thud. "Anna, are you okay? I didn't mean to—why is your stomach flat?" Joel reached out to help me up. And the moment he touched my belly, the blood drained from his face. Michael, who was helping Chloe up, froze too. "Chloe… our baby… w-where's our baby?"

Despite what I did, she was still here trying to console me. "I'm sorry, Allie," I apologized. She flicked my forehead with a smile. "That line should be for my family." "Are you saying you forgive me?" I asked. "I don't know," she rolled her eyes at me, her gaze shifting back to Clara. I looked at her and chuckled. Allison and I spent time in the hospital, inquiring from the doctor if Clara had any internal injuries. The scan was made, and when it turned out she didn't have any internal injuries, I felt relief because internal injuries are deadly and take time to heal.

It was a room filled with beaten-down men; some had injuries that were tiny and should have been healed by now but they had not. They were all doing physical therapy for the different injuries they had sustained during the attack. "They should have healed by now," I commented as I walked to a man who had his leg in a cast; it looked like it was broken. "Hey, I'm Charlotte." I introduce myself. "Can you tell me what type of injury you had?" "There is a fracture in my leg," he tells me, looking at his leg. I bend down and hover my hand over his leg, closing my eyes.

“I just healed myself. Get me my medical records, and I can do the rest.” She exhales, but her lips form a smile. “You truly are the alpha of alphas. But unfortunately, the physical injuries can be healed, but you were hit with a bad toxin that we were barely able to detect. It can be fixed with medication. Or else it can have long-term effects, including paralysis.” I rolled my eyes. “Give me a file on all my injuries, and whatever else. I’m leaving today.”