Healing Spells Oblivion Novels & Stories

“Erubus, I call to you. Come to me.” Hecate closed her eyes. “Ich ta hel for shim. Epar tin clavic shorn.” I recognized the spell; it was a healing spell. The blood that surrounded Rowan pulled back into his body. I watched as the shirt that had been soaked in blood became clean again, the slice on his chest sealing as the magic took hold. I leaned over his face, waiting. Hoping. “Please. Come back to me.” Hades shifted. “Lynn Wetherstone, this is your last chance to change your mind.”

I cried out. “Victoria, my beautiful pup! I am so glad to see you. I am so sorry, but there is nothing I can do to help Merrick. There was too much silver and wolfsbane. Until it is removed, I cannot heal him. I cannot even speak with him.” Mystic rubbed her nose against her father-spirit as she let out soft whines. I noticed Mystic was circling Apache and slowly the dark clouds appeared behind her. She inspected each cloud carefully before choosing one on the end. It was rather large and almost completely black. I saw the tether glow and that was my cue. I focused my healing energy on that tether connected to Apache and to Rick. There was shock, pain and intense pressure that fought against

The spell that Levitra planted inside William won't harm any part of my son's body. He is more like the carrier of the spell—the one who will weaken the defense within the barrier-protected territory of the Lycans. I don't know if it has its timer set before activation or if there's a healer who'll activate it. One thing I must do is negate the effect, or at least delay its activation, so the Lycans can prepare for the attack.

Once in her life that energy inside her was released, overflowing into everything around her, especially Declan. In a few seconds and without Corinne needing to make even a third of the effort she expected, that dense turquoise mist enveloped Declan's body, sliding over his wounds. Just as Seraphina had once said while teaching her that healing spell, Corinne could feel her skin burning and pulling as Declan's body was restored. That was the kind of spell that needed to be used on someone healthy, Seraphina always said. This way the sorceress could absorb as much vitality as possible to heal her own body. But never the other way around. A sorceress healed no one but her own kind, especially

It had been a while since I had performed a healing spell, I wasn’t sure it was going to work but it was worth a try. It was an ancient healing spell I learned a long time ago, I started muttering the Latin words over and over again, “Aufer iniuriam, repone vitam et vigor” “What are we doing about Mia?” Ivan asked. “Javier is all that matters right now,” Leo said tightly. I shot him a look, Leo was unbelievable, here I was trying to save the life of his son and he had the nerve to say that my daughter didn’t matter, “are you saying that my daughter is not important?”

Doctor Shem explained his face facing the floor. , "What are you saying, doctor?" Sheila shouted as she gripped Doctor Shem's hand. "We have done everything we can, but your mother's illness is unusual." Doctor Shem explained to the already devastated Sheila. "But doctor, can't you still..." Sheila interrupted but before she could finish her sentence, the machine started blinking red, and Shiela's mother began shaking violently, causing confusion and panic among the doctors and nurses. The machine abruptly stopped when Shiela's mother stopped moving, and Doctor Shem used his telescope to examine her before delivering the devastating news. "I'm sorry, but she's gone."

At the rear of the formation, light held. Sorceresses formed a wide arc behind a shimmering barrier, its surface rippling softly as spells struck and dissolved harmlessly. Within its protection, healers worked without pause, dragging the wounded back from the edge of death. Briar knelt among them, hands glowing as she sealed torn flesh, mended shattered bones, and burned corruption from bodies that still twitched beneath her touch. Her face was pale with exhaustion, tears streaking silently through blood and ash, but her magic did not falter.

I know I promised not to—but that was before this. I duck behind a tree, crouching low as if I’m checking for wounds, then press my palm against the earth. This should work. Closing my eyes, I reach out—not just through the ground, but through the air, searching for every werewolf in the fight. Professor Sloane’s teachings on High Healing echoes in my mind. “Area High Heal,” I whisper, praying no telltale glow betrays me. The spell takes thirty seconds, heavy seconds that drag like chains, before it bursts through. The wolves straighten, renewed, their strength flooding back.

I was trapped inside of the candles. "You think I won't take my revenge for what you've done, b!tch!" She began chanting a spell, but before she could end her incantation, Tia, who had shifted into a wolf, bit her hand that she screamed in so much pain. "Remedium. Scutum ex unguibus (Cure. Shield from the claws)!" She shouted, and her bites began to heal.

"You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!" The sorcerer fell but laughed even more wildly. "Frame you? Alpha Misael, you came with Luna Alayna to my black market that night. You even asked about side effects. Now you won't admit it?" She pulled out a time crystal ball. Inside, the scene showed Alayna asking greedily, "If I use this, the pup inside Sienna's belly will be transferred to mine?" The sorcerer's voice echoed, "Yes, but only if you make the carrier yourself and let her smell it."