Guérison Novels & Stories

Severin started to practice the Supreme Oneness Scripture to heal his injuries based on the route of the skill. After a while, the room was enveloped by a light white mist with Severin in the center of it. Although he had his eyes closed, he could feel a breeze light mist blow past his skin with every breath he took. His body hair flickered like leaves in the wind. A large amount of mist entered his body, and the displaced organs and the broken meridian veins were quickly repaired.

JASMINE I awoke on Sunday morning feeling much better than I had when I initially arrived at the clinic. The deep gashes that the wolves had put into my body were no longer straining with agony. I brushed my hand along one of the cuts to find it was just a scratch. I lifted my arm to examine myself and was pleased to find that my wounds were all well on their way to fully healing, just shallow red, dried, fully closed cuts. My leg was still sore when I moved it, but not to the extent it was the night before when the pain was excruciating. I still probably couldn’t walk today, but maybe tomorrow.

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.

Jenny crumpled to the floor, the shock too much. Her quivering finger stabbed toward Zoe. "You vile witch! Guilty as sin!" Zoe flinched, guilt shadowing her eyes. Jenny surged up, fury unleashed, and cracked a slap across Zoe's cheek. "You knew you were diseased. Why drag Isiah down? You deserve to rot in hell!"

The captain kneeling on his side while coffing blood. "Sacred art; Tresierse fir" Michael chanted. Tresierse fir, a recovery fire healing magic. It has the power to healed the most injured parts of the body as well as to restored energy. But this magic can only be casted to two or one person only. Captain Heiz injury healed instantly as well as his energy lost been restored. "Your highness. Thank you." Heiz uttered thankfully at him. "But what are you doing here sir, the Queen instructed us that you-"

Zen asked out of curiosity. Would this NPC explain it? Father Clarence smiled kindly and adjusted his round-framed glasses. “It works differently in terms of efficiency. A beginner healing salve can stop the bleeding and close small wounds. An intermediate healing slave can staunch the bleeding of bigger wounds, including sword stabs and close them. It hurts a little, but you will survive if the wound was not fatal. An advanced healing salve can close up fatal wounds and has a regeneration effect. It is mostly used for regrowing amputated limbs, but the materials for such a healing salve is rare and difficult to find.”

His face was pale but untouched, but his legs and his torso were burnt. Bile rose to my throat. The burn was so deep his flesh was on display. Before my eyes, his wolf healing was struggling to repair him but it wasn't fast enough. Zinnia stretched her hand over his body with an apathetic face. A brownish energy oozed out of his body and entered my hand. My hand felt like it was slowly getting sliced. The more energy flowed out of him with a simmering sound, the clearer his skin. In less than five minutes, Gillian was completely healed.

“We are strong, we are fast, but there is one very defining feature that makes us the best in combat.” “Which is?” He asked with narrowed eyes. “We heal extremely fast.” I grabbed hold of the spear’s handle before throwing it to my general. It zipped into his chest and killed the wolf behind him instantly as they both fell to the ground, the spear still attached to them and joining them together. The general started to gasp for air as I walked up to where he was and removed the spear from their body. Slowly he started to heal up, I could hear his bones and his muscles sewing together as I smiled at him.