Gojo Healing His Arm Novels & Stories

As he was already injured, he could no longer suppress the violent Blood Energy inside his body and vomited a mouthful of blood. “Get him all at once!” Leandro yelled and charged toward James, while Xain, Samarth, and Wynter followed close behind. They summoned their full strength and launched an all-out attack. Surrounded by all sides, James began losing ground. Inadvertently, he was struck by Samarth’s palm. The excruciating pain almost made him pass out. Then, Leandro came slashing with his sword. Before James could react, his arm was sliced in half. However, at that moment, a mysterious power was discharged from where his limb was dismembered and forcibly attached his arm back.

The terror of the day began to recede, replaced by a sense of peace. The other side of the healing room was a whirl of activity, the urgent motions of the healers a dance of desperation and skill. In the center of it all lay Gideon, his body wracked with pain, his face pale and drawn. His arm, once strong and powerful, was now a twisted, mangled mess of flesh and bone. The injury was horrific, a brutal testament to the savage battle he had endured.

He placed his hand near her injured arm, ready to protect it if she showed any sign of distress, but he rode her hard, pumping his hips furiously, and lost his seed to a haze of white-hot rapture when she came around him. He collapsed over her but braced his elbows to make sure he didn’t put any pressure on her wound. His mate lifted her hand and surfed his biceps with her palm. He turned his head, placing a kiss on her exposed throat. “How is your arm?” “What arm?” She laughed. “Oh, that. It’s perfect.” He chuckled. “Everything is, isn’t it?” Almost. He had a mate to protect. New Species had enemies who could still hurt them. The attack on him had brought Joy back into his life and he could

Sudden energy rises through our bodies as we absorb the dark energy. I look to where Jiro is standing and saw his once full-of-life eyes... turn lifeless in less than a second, as his violet hair turns darker. He suddenly shouts in pain as a tattoo quickly appears on his lower arm. He fell on his knees the more his pain increased. Then the magic circle under him disappears, leaving him holding his arm before he fell to the ground.

I quickly wrapped my arm around his body. "What happened? Is your Redo attacking?" I asked him. "No. It seems that the wound I got during my fight against Sikriya has not completely healed yet." He answered. I helped him to sit on the floor before I lifted the hem of his t-shirt. He was right, the edge of the wound that had barely healed above the skin was red. It's obvious that it's not good inside. Not surprisingly, Jevro's body was hit by magic so his body will take a long time to heal. Luckily, Allyssa checks on him every day.

Professor Croix, Caspian, and Arthur just needed to endure a little more and he’d take care of the rest once his mana becomes stable. Once his healing magic kicked in, he felt revitalized though his left arm was still bleeding. Dio stood up and walked towards the door when he heard the girls stopping him from moving. However, he was determined because he knew that the enemies outside were much powerful than how they seem to be. “Dio, no!”

I shook my head, maybe I just didn't pay attention to him so I didn't see it. When Troy started to move, Joaquin stepped back for a while. At first, I thought that he was backing out because the monster was too strong for him, yet when I saw that he had a wound through his right arm, I don't know why but my feet walk through him as I care. Well, maybe it was the Airlea that was buried inside of me who wanted to help. "Joaquin, don't move, stay still, I will help you." I said and I lifted my hand to do the things that I did to Rider. I used my power to heal him while Troy was busy fighting with the monster.

"Enough! Even now, you're still trying to bully him?" I shook uncontrollably, tears slamming onto the floor. "I didn't do it! I never did any of that! Ariel, he's the one who did all of it!" She slapped me hard across the face. "You still won't admit it? Caleb, I never realized you could be so utterly shameless!" She turned and shouted to the guards, "Take him to our hospital and lock him in the decontamination room! Sanitize him thoroughly! God knows what kind of disgusting diseases he's carrying!"

Danial stood upright, body trembling, yet his eyes never wavered from Zyler. Blood still dripped from the gash on his side, and his broken right arm hung weakly at his side. But he refused to let go of his sword. Then, without a word, Danial raised his left hand and placed it over his broken arm. A faint green glow began to emanate from his palm, rippling with soft, healing energy. His fingers trembled as the light surged gently through the cracks in his bones, mending tissues, reinforcing muscle fibers, and slowly stitching flesh back together.

"DAD! COME BACK! I'M SORRY! PLEASE! DAD! YOU FILTHY FUCKERS! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" My head snapped to the side, my cheek stinging. It took me a while to register that the old man had slapped me and his rings had cut into my cheek. "You my little spitfire have that flame inside you that personally, I don't like. Not to worry. Jordan will reduce that flame to nothing," the old man said. "Take her away."