Heal Me O'lord Novels & Stories

“Stronger than you think. The Kings are handling matters beyond our borders, but they will return. I promise you, this is not the end. Your fears will pass. We are not alone.” They visibly relaxed. Some bowed. Others whispered blessings. And then, slowly, they drifted back to the shrine, kneeling once more in prayer. My heart was still racing as I turned away, only to find one of the shrine disciples approaching me. He looked nervous. “We were just about to send a messenger for you, my Queen,” he said, lowering his head. “The healer we summoned has arrived. She started work on Lord Lucian.” My steps halted. “Healer?” I repeated, voice colder than I intended.

'I missed you guys,' I said smiling at them. 'We missed you too beautiful,' dad said hugging me one more time before he let go of me. An elderly looking man was sitting down on the couch beside Uncle Marcus. When dad turned to him, he got up with a smile on his face. 'My kings, my queen, meet Elder Roland of the Luna Memory Pack. Elder Roland, the kings and the queen,' My dad introduced. 'It is of great pleasure to meet you all. It is like a dream come through for me,' Elder Roland said smiling happily.

Dorian managed to make my skin prickle. “Your heartbeat is irregular again, Reeve,” Dorian said as he sat on the edge of the bed, completely unbothered by the chaos that had just happened. “And this sweet scent is really ruining my concentration.” Dorian did not try to undo my binding any further. Instead, he handed me a vial of I***a-Heal. With practiced precision, he poured the liquid over the wound on my shoulder. The pain was savage, like my skin was being burned alive, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep from screaming.

Hearing Zark's admiring words, the two combatants grinned from ear to ear, though it was impossible to discern Frey's expression due to his helmet. “Thank you for your praise from him Lord Zark. It's been a long time since he took such a great beating! " was Nyos ironic response before wiping the sweat (and blood) on his face, however by doing so they sweated even more, it seemed that he was trying very hard to resist the pain of his broken ribs. Without saying anything, Zark approached, extended one of his hands and activated "[Heal Critical Wounds]" was a level 4 healing spell.

May my touch be a source of healing energy, and may my presence bring peace to his soul. Heal all his pain and grant him the strength to overcome this challenge. Let my love be a beacon of hope in his darkest moments. Let him survive this ordeal and emerge stronger than ever before. Heal him completely, body and soul, so that he may live a long and healthy life filled with joy and happiness.

In that moment, Beta O'Horan knew that he had succeeded, that his magic had triumphed over the venom's treachery. The healers, their hands frozen with awe, witnessed the resplendent transformation unfold before their very eyes. Their faces, etched with concern only moments ago, now radiated with joy and relief. The wizard's legendary power had prevailed, restoring the king to life and bringing hope back to a kingdom on the brink of despair. Hours passed, the rhythm of the incantations creating a mesmerizing symphony, until finally, the king let out a deep breath, his eyes opening with newfound strength. The room filled with a collective sigh of relief as the king's gaze met Beta O'Horan's.

But I know one thing that HEALING is a Process , long time process and I'll surely get heal and come out of His HELL . Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️

he asked. "Let me in," I said softly, putting my hands on either side of his face. "Let me heal what she broke." He nodded, and I pressed my face to his. The blue glow spread from my fingers into his temples as I pushed my healing power into his mind. Suddenly, I was pulled into darkness. Not Dorian's mind, but something else—something cold and ancient. I heard The Mother's laughing all around me. Foolish healer, her voice repeated. You've just given me exactly what I wanted.

I say before punching him in the face with all of my strength. "How are you doing this? You're supposed to only be a healer! Not practicing dark art." He says to me and I break out in to laughter. "You really think I would not delve in to this with people like you, hunting me down? I am not my parents. I am not just a wolf and it is time I embrace that." I pull him closer to me, his scent completely covered by the Wolfsbane. "Somnum." (Sleep.) I say and he falls in to my arms.

"I want to know a little more about your abilities. The only thing I know about humans is that they have this... particular scent, not very pleasant, but you don't seem to share it. And I've never heard of human healers or anything like that. I still think there's something particular about you, you are different.” "Thank you, that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received," I blurt out, trying not to squeal with excitement, "There are no human healers. Or at least none like me. I used to call myself a psychic, Rio is the one who said I could be a healer and the word sounded perfect for me. I can heal energies and bad feelings, so it makes sense." "Well, lucky for you, I know a healer. She ca