Ancient Remedies Novels & Stories

The suite in Castelvo smelled of burning sage and failure. Emily sat on the edge of the four-poster bed, her hands gripping the silk sheets so tightly her knuckles were white. The headache was no longer a spike; it was a constant, throbbing pressure behind her eyes, like a second heartbeat that hated her. Around her, three Ancient healers—women draped in grey wool—chanted softly. They waved bundles of smoldering herbs over her head. They pressed crystals to her temples. They muttered incantations that made the air vibrate.

Juviana eyed a few herbs growing along the long transparent. She fell onto the terrace. The merchant didn’t specify which herbs and how many gallons of river water should she take or to be deemed appropriate to create the cure. Red patches disease was the ancient disease that had lost the book medicine after the last battle between the two sides. The last war literally burned a lot of things including the world library that compiled the world's secrets. The cure for the red patches disease was one of the lost texts.

As we reached the humongous window, the Medicine King began, “With all honesty, Your Highness, no one knows what’s happening to your mother. Her Majesty is in perfect health and for her to suddenly become ill and for this long has left me baffled indeed. I don’t know what to do anymore. I believe my medicinal herbs are helping her but it won’t last long.” “And what of this treatment that you discussed with her?” I repeated my previous question. “Forgive me for listening to your conversation with her. But just like you and His Majesty, I would want to get to the bottom of this.” “There’s no need to apologise, young prince. I understand where you’re coming from,” he nodded in assurance. “For u

Harvey had an intelligent glint in his eyes. Elder Shear was moved by the thought and quickly understood what his grandson was implying. After that, he turned to look at Leon and smiled, "Leon, your alchemy and your medical skills are amazing. Do you know how to refine pills that can strengthen the body or even extend one's life?" "Yes, I can," Leon nodded. Alchemy was popular in ancient times for thousands of years. Even though longevity and immortality were never discovered, it was incredibly easy to make some pills that could strengthen the body and prolong life. He could even refine some high-grade pills that had special effects.

stirred a sense of familiarity in him, as if he had witnessed that technique before. "Hm?" Xever's brow furrowed deeper, his eyes narrowing in a mix of recognition and disbelief. The Ancient Refining Technique!? He was more than half sure that what Howard had just performed was the storied Ancient Refining Technique, a skill thought to be extinct. Back in his army days, he had overheard a top royal physician speak of the Ancient Refining Technique—the very foundation of all healing arts. That technique was said to snatch lives from the jaws of death. As long as there was a breath left in the body, the Ancient Refining Technique could work miracles, literally snatching life back from the clut

"There has to be something. Some precedent or research we can use." But even as we scrambled for solutions I felt hope slipping away. An hour was not enough time and we were working blind without knowing the exact chemical composition. Marcus burst into the room and his expression was urgent. "I may have something. My sister kept journals about ancient lycan healing techniques she studied before she died." Skylar straightened at the mention of her mother. "What kind of techniques?" "She was fascinated by natural remedies that predated modern medicine." Marcus pulled out a worn leather journal. "One entry mentions a counteragent to garlic-based compounds. A rare herb that grows only in moon-t

It looked like eternity before Ritha was finally laid on the bed where a medicus was already present with various herbs and medical equipments. Bowing down at Augustus , who didn't bother to greet back, she began her inspection. The wound was deep but thankfully, it wasn't on her spine or else Ritha would have been paralysed. Cleaning her wounds using acidic vinegar ( it was highly used in Roman culture to clean wounds because of it's disinfectant qualities), she stitched the wound using bone needle and henceforth, applied a paste of honey, turmeric, thyme and fennel to avoid growth of bacteria.

Philip quickly asked, “But what? Do you have a way?” Dr. Gates nodded before shaking his head and saying, “I read this in an ancient book. Perhaps it might be helpful to the young madam’s current condition, but I’m not very sure about it.” “What book? What method? As long as there’s a way, we can try,” Philip said. Dr. Gates nodded and said, “Young Master Philip, the method recorded in this ancient book is too mysterious, or rather, too shocking. The three herbs needed for this prescription are not something ordinary people can find.”

He brought many boxes of medicine , three thousands syringes , cloths to cover the wounds , penicillin, modern medicine for chicken fox , children fever and few medicine recipes . He also gave her ten five hundred years old , twenty a thousand year old , twenty years old five thousand and ten , ten thousand years old ginsengs , forty more than a thousand years old Lingzhi , fifty Ganoderma Lacidium and hundred boxes of unusual herbs that hard to find in the ancient times. He then gave her two thousand medicine that can saved those who only left with one breath and cured wounds in few minutes , hundred boxes of poisons and the antidotes also a hundred sleeping pills .

I couldn’t stop when his life was slipping away with every passing hour and he was busy fighting for it. I scribbled notes on scraps of parchment, cross-referencing remedies. “Silverleaf for clotting… moonblossom for fever… ashroot against cursed wounds…” My voice shook, but I kept repeating the words to anchor myself as I pushed through the night. I tore through the shelves, gathering jars of dried herbs I’d stored myself back when I worked here. My hands trembled as I ground them into powders, brewed them into teas, and mixed salves thick with bitter scents as sweat dropped down my forehead and neck.