Heal Me O'lord Novels & Stories

"You are in Anceps now. Do not worry, this place is sacred by protection spell, so any magical creature will not harm you, if you are afraid of them." "Who the hell says that I am afraid of some messed-up rabbits? Or whatever, I am not afraid of anything, okay?" he snarled at her and kept trying to sit up while leaning on his elbows. "I am the Lord of Life! "But it looks like the Lord of Life is suffering from broken bones and you really broke the poor Moriah's hips. Chu-hh, so bad," she made a sympathetic sound by her mouth. "It pretty much does hurt, doesn't it? I think...a few pieces of Bonesbane would fix the broken bones," she smirked lightly, watching him

“Summon your silver-blue moonflames, Luna. Only tendrils of them, enough to cover the mouth and tongue,” the Healer ordered gently. “Uhm, how is that going to help?” “It’ll freeze to ashes the trace of blood magic on His Majesty while my healing magic will heal what the blood magic has done to him.”

Doctor Clemson said, reaching out his hand for a shake which Alexander took reluctantly, his mind still reeling. "What is your advice about her condition at the moment?" Alexander asked, desperate for guidance. But before Doctor Clemson could answer, a nurse burst into the office. "Doctor, she's awake!" she exclaimed, before noticing the guest and running back out. "Let's go and see her," Doctor Clemson said, leading the way to Sheila's room. As they entered, Doctor Clemson called out, "Can you hear me, madam?" Sheila turned to look at them, her expression blank.

Power radiated from him in waves that made my healer’s senses scream warnings. “Fifty thousand gold crowns.” His voice cut through the shocked silence like a blade through silk. The auctioneer’s mouth fell open. “I—excuse me, my lord, but the current bid is only—” “Fifty. Thousand.” Each word carried the weight of absolute authority. “For the healer.” A demon lord in the front row rose, his red eyes flashing. “Now see here, stranger. I was bidding on that merchandise—” The silver-eyed man turned toward him slowly. Something in that movement made my primitive brain scream danger. “Were you?”

Cath knew of his pain so she gave him 'Lumaria' a high Balaryon language for Heal spell that is most ancient as of to date. Cath healing powers is of no suspense nor does it drain her dry to the bone to release some for her mate to feel at ease and to feel well enough to function in broad day where it is most energy saving to be the most productive and competent. "You will not get away from this UNCLE!!" Theo shouted to the very extent of his breathing or perhaps more air than he will ever puff out of his lungs in which he coughed out the the smoke he inhaled with his words spouted out in a rush that it made him choke on it.

Maybe she’ll do me the honor of putting me out of my misery and claim the power that belongs to her anyway. “Doesn’t matter,” I gruff. “Can you fix him?” the first voice asks, a tinge of worry in their lilt. Olivia presses her hand to my wound, and I hiss; blinding white light fills my vision. “Of course I can heal him,” Olivia snarls. “I just shouldn’t, because he’s an idiot.” Familiar heat stitches up my stomach, instantly stopping the pain. I relax as my body fixes itself and my mind clears. Addictive gold swirls before my eyes. I lean into that touch, craving more.

"But as far as I know, Mythical Tiger Base has no one with healing powers anymore. They've lost their only healer, isn't that right?" "Nonsense! This agent was developed by our base's healing Esper, Chad Stewart. He's currently in our base, safe and sound," a follower of Janice immediately retorted. "Is that so? Didn't you take away my healing power, then did the same thing to Chad Stewart? Don't tell me there's a third healer in your base?"

"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

"OH" "You still have doubts about my powers my child. Haha! I am god. I will heal all sicknesses. And these puny demi-gods known as politicians shall all be wiped out. They have eaten-up the earth for their own personal vandetas, making these people suffer. I will bring a new order." As the voice said all this, A chill enveloped Y. "My lord, you are worthy!" Y worshipped. And then he continued. "But my lord there seems to be a problem."

"Grand Healer Mola was one of the greatest Head Healers in the ocean at her time. Hence, the title Grand. There's nothing she can't heal, and if there is then no one else can. We just have to wait and pray she's able to heal Sophia." I eyed the closed door. Wait, for what exactly?