Heal Me O'lord Novels & Stories

"Great god Apollo, god of Medicine and Healing, Hear this servant's prayer. Heal him ohh god of medicine. Touch him and heal him. Make your servant well with your cleansing touch. Heal him, Make him well." I chanted my hands placed on Christian's chest, my eyes shut closed... I imagined his inner chest been repaired and made whole. I chanted the mantra three more times, then I heard Christian cough. I opened my eyes immediately, it worked. Christian is healed.

"Elara." She set the book aside. “Yes?” “I’m scared.” “Of what?” “That I’ll lose this. You.” “You won’t,” she said softly, moving to sit beside him. He looked at her like she was the only thing left holding him to the earth. His voice trembled. “What if I’m never fully healed?” She placed her hand on his chest, right over his heart. “You are healing. Every day. You’re already more than what they left behind.”

I Healed the Record. I walked up the steps of the throne, my Sovereign Sun-Flare burning through the silver threads. I ignored the Liquidator’s cyan-data screams and the Auditor’s delete-commands. I reached the First Luna and pressed the charred, black-emerald key against her chest—right where her heart had been "Archived" a thousand years ago. "I AM THE HUNDREDTH SOVEREIGN!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my skin with a brilliance that finally turned the liquid obsidian into a Solid Earth of the North.

Before you father ever owed me anything. His voice cracks slightly-just enough to prove he’s real. So yes, yes, Zora I want you for another reason. I want you because I can’t stop thinking about you. She starts blushing and breathing heavily she can’t believe what he’s just confessed 3 months and she had no idea about it. It’s both creepy and flattering at the same time but he is some kind of Greek god looking guy strong powerful, why … I’m nothing special Yes he sees the outside but inside is much different and I’m not a super model she thinks to herself. Then she looks at him really looks at him and sees the cracks in the armor and the loneliness behind his eyes and she melts. He watches t

He said cutting me off. The funny thing is, I'm a healer. But Healers can't heal themselves but we heal faster that others. Kayden lead me inside the pack house and into the other healers clinic. The old woman great me with pleasure. She's one of the two Healers residing here in SilverMoon pack. Kayden patiently waiting until Imelda finished her work and excused herself. "You need to be ready anytime Adellee. You never turn your back into your enemy." He said.

It was the first time he looked at me in nearly a week. “I do feel guilt,” I admitted slowly, “but not for something I didn’t do.” He looked so furiously confused, I wouldn’t have blamed him if he used the machete on me at that moment. “Listen,” I urged, shivering, “The man you saw me with was my teacher, Clement. I have known him for years. He taught me everything I know about being a healer and…it was his blood that saved Alan,” I admitted while staring up at him. He didn’t react. “We have had a strictly teacher-student relationship. I snuck out with him that night to tend to the sick homeless people who are experiencing a deadly virus right now. We healed them with our blood and potions.”

She asked the group of people who were now coming out of the dark and into the light when they were sure the dragon was too hurt to attack them. "I have something that might help," Ozone, leader of the merpeople stepped forward. "But it's going to cost you something," Ozone hummed. "Yeah, name it," Zoey snapped her fingers. Ozone sniffed Zoey and hummed. He liked what he smelt. "You will know in due time," Ozone walked up to her and held her palm out. "My saliva has healing properties, just like yours, but mine is a million times more powerful," he explained. He coughed up as much spit as he could, and Zoey collected it in her palm.

"Your healing abilities. They're getting stronger since you arrived here, aren't they?" I set the lavender down carefully, buying time. He wasn’t wrong. What used to exhaust me after one session now barely tired me out. And yesterday, I'd healed a gash on a young wolf's arm without even touching him. "It's probably just practice," I said, aiming for casual and missing by a mile. Kieran's laugh was soft but knowing. "You don't believe that any more than I do." He perched on the edge of my work table, his ancient eyes studying me. "Have you heard of Lunar Souls?"

Take care of Dad for now. I typed slowly. 【No need to come.】 【He doesn't need me to take care of him anymore.】 【The freedom you wanted, I'm giving back to you as well.】 After sending this, I forwarded him the signed mate bond severance agreement.

I’m about to tell him that I’m glad I could help, when I hear Buppig’s voice nearby. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night A shiver runs up my spine, every hair on my body stands on end and I feel Hera push forward. It feels like electricity, or magic just filled the air. It’s Ailduin’s voice that continues. She will begin to heal He who is broken There is only one Who can heal such pain I turn and look at him. His eyes move from Buppig’s to mine. “The third prophecy. The one we call The Healer.”