Heal Me O'lord Novels & Stories

They both knew they wanted it. He pulled out his phone and looked at her smile, full of cheer and optimism. The infectious smile that he loved to wake up to. Would he find her? Only time could tell. “Please come back to me, my angel. I’m going to get rid of your father. We can finally be happy.” He sighed as he realized his words would simply go away with the wind. How he wished the wind were a messenger. There was so much he wanted to tell her. {12/05}

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.”

she greeted him, then looked back at me. Her expression softened, and relief flickered in her eyes. “I have some good news. Ruggero is awake and asking for his mummy.” The words felt like a lifeline. Gratitude and hope rushed through me so fast I barely had time to think. I stood up immediately, my body moving before my mind could catch up. “Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. The doctor stepped aside, allowing me to pass. My heart soared as I entered Ruggero’s private ward. He lay on the hospital bed, his small head wrapped in bandages, looking so fragile it nearly broke me.

I leaned back in the chair. “Someone?” I repeated. “A healer,” the voice said carefully. “They say this person can heal your disease.” My disease? For a moment, everything inside me went still. The anger about Yakov faded slightly. Even the image of Sabrina lying on the cold ground faded for just a second.

She aimed to teach me how to harness it. “A Healer is a vessel for life,” Mora rasped, her eyes locked on the pulsing pain in my right hand. “But life and death are two sides of the same coin. You were denied the coin of matehood, Elara. Now, you will learn to master its edges.” Our lessons began with the very thing Kael had used against me: Wolfsbane.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

teasing her. “ no ” she answered and I smiled. “ very well, carry on with the execution ” the blade was drawn and she was made to kneel , I would cut off the hands that touched her later ,for now I wanted to take note of her reactions. “ we pray the goddess thy soul to keep ” the Pack chanted , like we do others that has died by the blade . her mind seemed to come to a conclusion. “ wait ! I can heal you Emperor. ” I laughed.

"Healing you. Now shut up and let me work." The energy flowed through me, warm and bright, sealing the wound, stopping the bleeding. When I opened my eyes, his side was whole, the skin pink and new. "How did you…" "I'm an oracle," I said, swaying. "Don't forget that. An oracle connected by love with you. He pulled me into his arms, kissing me hard, his hands tangled in my hair. "I love you. I love you so fucking much." "I love you too. Now get up. You have a warlord to kill."

I muttered again, placing my hand the the man’s chest, his heartbeat was slow and if not healed immediately might die. I can’t afford someone dying before me when I can heal him. I took a deep breath, I could a surge of energy course through me then, whispers of chants in my head. I repeated it slowly—"Virel na'sorei, lunara et felm. Mendora el'syn, haleva tem." Translation:"Light of the moon, calm the soul. Heal the wound, restore the whole." I snapped my eyes open and Suddenly the pool started vibrating violently and water sprang up from the middle of the pool reaching the roof of the chamber and fell back. I watched in awe.

'Dolores inferni circumdederunt me deam talem die plenae lunae reversurus est lava me servum tuum et lux renasci. I recite it loudly, my spell cast chant taught at such a young age by the clan healer. Carefully, and clearly, as the light infiltrates my very soul, invoking my moon god to rejuvenate all my powers. Filling me up and bringing me back to feeling as though I have awoken from a satisfying sleep.