Heal Me O'lord Novels & Stories

I couldn't just watch him die. Not for love. But to finally step out of this shadow. For true freedom. I reached out my shaking hand and placed it on Dorian's chest. I closed my eyes and summoned the warm power deep inside me. Golden light poured from my fingertips. It wrapped around Dorian's wound like water. I felt the healing energy fighting the silver poison fiercely. It neutralized the deadly toxin bit by bit. The process hurt more than I expected. The price of healing others is taking on some of their pain. I felt like someone stabbed a knife into my chest and twisted it.

The old woman was very distressed and could not help but vent her frustration. "Trevor, I know you are in pain and you are going through a lot, but you should at least take care of your health. You said you wanted to heal your heart and get back to your partner, how are you going to do that when you are like this? Look at the state you are in! Come, sit down quickly and drink this soup, it will give you some nourishment."

"Top Healer, Cora!" At his words, every head turned to me. The Ironclaw Alpha had been slumped on the floor, weeping. Hearing my name, he lost all control. He scrambled to his feet, eyes bloodshot, and lunged at me like a wild animal, unleashing a terrifying wave of Alpha Aura. "It was you! You're the incompetent quack who killed my Luna!" He grabbed my collar, his sharp claws digging into my throat. The violent pull tore at the wound in my right leg. I sucked in a sharp breath of pain.

Nathan catches me before I hit the floor, one hand cupping my face, tapping my cheek fast. "Haley, look at me. Hey, stay with me." "Someone call 911!" Avriel, already moving, phone already in her hand. I try to hold onto his voice. I can't. Then black. —

Pages and pages of chat logs filled the screen, screenshots of the files I'd hired a private investigator to recover from Zoey's computer. "It's all settled, Naomi. Caleb has agreed to marry me, and once we're married, you'll be saved. That crippled bastard really thinks I've fallen in love with him. Hah! When was the last time he looked at himself in the mirror, huh? If not for the fact that he's a suitable kidney donor for you, I'd be too revolted to even touch him. "Once the surgery is over, I'll arrange for someone to sell him off abroad. That's the only way to make up for the disgust I've had to endure all these years."

"My lord, I'll need to tear her clothes to get to the wound, the blade has…" Orion went still. "What did you say?" The healer blinked. "The wound, my lord, I need access to…" "Get me a female healer." His voice didn't rise. "You are not going to touch her." "My lord." The healer's voice climbed with desperation. "She is barely breathing. If I don't treat this now…" "And I said I want a female healer." If looks could kill, the healer would be six feet under, from the glare Orion gave him. "Do you need me to say it a third time?"

Love raise his hand and proudly smiled but as Zayn glared at him, he coughed. "Z e k e." Zayn exhaled deeply. He was right because they had nothing but empty space in place of their brain. Hyun tugged on the sleeve of God of healing. "M y... h e a r t... i s... c r y i n g. I... n e e d... h e a l i n g. I... n e e d... m y... h e a l e r." He cried as Zayn pulled his sleeve out of his grip.

He could very well expect a reward for being able to convince the Lord of Healing to defect. "Very well!" said the Lord of Healing, clasping his fists in salute and stepping aside reverently as he was told.

He stepped closer, hand reaching out before pulling it back quickly, as if touching her would destroy his pride. "Call the healer," he ordered. "She's here already, my king," Laura replied. The old healer stepped forward, her wrinkled hands glowing softly with healing power. She placed her hand on Seraya's brow, singing a prayer ancient in its power. The air stirred, a gentle silver light surrounding them. Laura waited in silence, her heart pounding.

“But—” “Enough.” Her voice echoed with that strange resonance, as if she’d spoken three times, though I heard the word only once. I cried out as my head began to hum painfully. Gripping it with my hands, I opened my mouth to plead with her to let it go—was she going to cut off my power forever? But before I could speak, the light in her eyes flared and she breathed one word. “Heal.” That word hummed in my bones and turned my stomach to water. I cried out and dropped to my knees as the pain washed through me, so overwhelming, I wanted to die.