Novel & Cerita Gojo Healing His Arm

I could see my bone and the tissues around the bleeding wound. Horuto stood over me. He looked pleased to have chopped off arm. What was left was my head. He was going to do it. I could see the determination in his eyes. I took in a deep breath and in place of my pain, I felt a rising rage welling up inside me. The throbbing awful pains of my decapitated arm was gone instantly and the bleeding stopped. Then I began rising up to my feet, much to Horuto's surprise. Even without my left arm, I still had a lot of fighting spirit left in me.

"I can't stop. Do you want to lose the arm? Hold still!" Joshua’s hands were a blur. He debrided the wound, the silver-nitrate sizzling as it hit the infection. The "messy" reality of the healing process was far from the magical "mate-heal" Bianca had promised the pack. This was blood and grit.

* Kojiro didn't get any further because Keyla cut him off *that's what I meant, you're worried. I can't hear it anymore* sour she pulled away from his hand and got up *Key, wait!* Kojiro got up now too. Before Keyla could leave the kitchen, Kojiro grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms. Keyla collapsed crying in his arms. What had accumulated had to finally get out. Kojiro just held her tight, talking to her would be pointless now anyway. After 10 minutes, Keyla recovered and got to her feet.

The right shoulder of Aaron’s favorite black leather jacket was shredded, claw marks ripping all the way through his shirt beneath, blood stains darkening the white material. But at least his arm was put back together, thanks to Jamie. In the last attack, none of them had gotten by unscathed. Even Heather, who had told them she hardly ever got injured by the bastards anymore, had been bitten pretty badly. Luckily, Jamie’s healing powers worked on Hybrid’s, too. She’d been astounded at how quickly and completely he could mend her shattered hand without even touching her.

"Hi, Jerry," "Thank you for helping me. It was cool what you did," Jerry smiles. His smile is infectious and carefree. "No problem. That was exhilarating," I'm smiling like an idiot. Ziora, too, is excited that we helped out. It was freeing. A few warriors who pass by us nod my way, and others are surprised to see me here. "Is your arm alright?" he jerks his chin. I glance at the long gush. The blood has clotted, and the wound is healing slowly.

Moris snapped at me as he tightened the cloth around Harlow’s arm. “I would even trade my life for his,” I insisted, challenging those who tried to stop me. ‘Alexa, we can’t do this. It’s too dangerous,’ even Mythril ignored my anxious sobbing. “No! I have to do it. I saved Jo’s wounds before I can heal Harlow too. Give me your hand, Beta Julius. Hold his hand,” I commanded amid the panic. “The hell! Healing cuts and bruises is normal. Growing an arm is a whole different story!” Julius shouted, hugging his arms to his chest.

Then again—his fist crushes into my nose. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” he roars. Pop and Selene pull him off. Ma’s already at JoJo’s side, healing her. And I black out.

yle moved close to Amaris and put his arm around her back as he came to stand next to her silently. Taji's hands seemed to jump for a minute, as if he was not expecting what he felt. Amaris' eyes darted back to Anna's forehead and the cut was gone. The blood was still there, but no more was coming out and there was no wound at all. Taji stared at her forehead, lifting his hands as if he were in surrender. Anna saw Taji's reaction and reached up to feel her forehead. She gently rubbed her fingers over the place that had been hurt before. There was nothing now. A wide smile went across Anna's face. "Taji! You did it!" She jumped up and hugged him before he really was aware of what h

Rose asked him skeptically. "No one's ever complained before," Jericho said, the slightest smirk on his face. He silently walked closer to her, bending down to get a good look at her injured leg and arm. For some reason, his proximity doused the flames on her body, somehow calming her. "I heal fast too, you know," Rose told Jericho, unable to look him in the eyes. "The process is just slower because of how potent Joanna’s spells were."

He, of course, was not at all injured, but appeared very perturbed. An idea came to mind and I grinned as I spoke, "You may need healing, mate, my tongue might help ease an ache you are feeling." Joel liked that idea and rolled off of me onto his back. "Heal whatever you wish, mate," he said folding his hands behind his head. Joel is a fine specimen and he seemed to radiate power. Leaning down I brushed my tongue across his lips several times requesting entry. When he opened his mouth I tangled our tongues and didn't release him until we were both breathless.