Guérison Novels & Stories

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

"They built a weapon. This entire Theatre is a massive transmitter. If we play the Zero Tape, it won't just heal the people in Owerri—it will permanently rewrite the 'Void' code in every brain on the continent." Julian stepped behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he looked at the console. "It’s a 'System Restore' for humanity, Elara. But to trigger it, you have to stay connected to the transmitter. The surge... it could burn out the 'Gold' in your blood forever. You’d just be a normal girl again. No more hum. No more light." I looked at the "Gold" scar on my arm, then back at the microphone. I thought of my 410 readers. I thought of the students at FUTO. I thought of the life I wa

Killian raised a brow, unimpressed. I pressed it firmly into the wound. He hissed. A smirk crept onto my face. This wasn’t ordinary antiseptic—it was laced with herbs that sped healing but burned like hell. Killian’s jaw clenched, his face flushing slightly. I eased my grip, moving the cotton gently over the wound. It looked deeper than a simple cut. Leaning forward, I blew softly against his skin to soothe the sting. His fingers twitched beneath mine, breath catching like he hated how good it felt.

"Freya, I told you. I'm not letting you die. Not yet." He forced my jaw open and poured his blood down my throat. As the warm liquid slid down, my wounds began to slowly heal. But the Silverthorn Toxin in my system immediately fought back. A violent rejection wracked my body, and I convulsed as if being pierced by a thousand needles. "Dammit!" Fenris recoiled. "Get the healing draught! Now!" His forehead was beaded with sweat. My agony was clearly causing him pain as well. "Drink this," he said, holding the vial to my lips.

Jeric hissed, chains rattling as he lunged forward against them, snarling. “Don’t make me ask twice,” Gildeon warned. “I swear I don’t know!” Jeric spat, saliva thick in his mouth. When the fire climbed higher, wrapping around his legs, his screams echoed off the cavern walls. “Stop! Stop!” The flames withdrew, but hovered close, ready to strike again at Gildeon’s will. Angry burns scorched across Jeric’s skin, the flesh blistering and sizzling where the fire had grazed him. The stench of charred meat filled the air. Yet even as the wounds smoked, his body writhed and worked furiously to repair itself. Fresh tissue knitted over blackened flesh, sealing the damage almost as quickly as it had

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.

Her teeth chattered with enough volition to make a cracking sound over the ocean swells. The chair was freezing, sending even more chills through her body. He used zip ties to secure her wrists to the chair arms and her ankles to the legs. Then, he straightened to full height and raked a gaze over her, making her shudder. The violation from his gaze alone left a slime-coated film over her skin.

"They left earlier on, saying they are going on a short trip together" Hinata sigh a little and gestured for the maid to leave before she rested her head on the edge of the sofa and slept off… Kazuma was on the bed gazing down with a grin on his face, although he felt a little pain down his chest maybe it was worth it. he was feeling like an empty vessel for a long now, how his body has undergone changes that even science couldn't tell. He tried different hospitals before. instead of hearing them say he was suffering from an illness or disease, they end up telling him something worst. that he was absolutely fine. how can someone that is all fragile bone be fine? he wondered. he could even se

As if that wasn’t strange enough, all the blood on her fur began to disappear, seeming to be licked by some invisible force, And then she was good as new once again. Her mauled, ruined, spotless white coat restored once more. It was almost as if their tussle never happened. It was the fastest healing process Killian had ever witnessed in his entire life, but then again, he wasn’t exactly surprised… seeing as she was a whole Goddess of the Moon and all that.