Healing Touch Of A War God Novels & Stories

At this time, the Rank 7 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Gene Fighters was still screaming on the ground. Lucas heard the screams of a Rank 7 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Gene Fighters and raised his palm. A gentle aura appeared on his palm. The gentle aura went toward the wound of the Rank 7 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Gene Fighters. Suddenly, a miracle occurred. The bloody hole on Gene Fighters' right leg was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eyes. "How is that possible?"

"This sensation..." Alexander stood at the base of the volcano's mouth, the jade amulet in his grasp quivering with intensity. Waves of warmth surged through his body's pathways, converging in his core, and there, like a gentle stream, they began to coalesce into a distinct and powerful sphere of energy. Crack, crackle! Inside Alexander, a mysterious barrier that seemed to defy understanding was under siege by a powerful force. It was the Lord of War's barrier, the very threshold of martial mastery, the critical point that one must surpass to ascend beyond the rank of Lord of War.

Carlin requested for Adele to bring something to relive my headache, it was another obnoxious brew, I closed my nose and began drinking. We described out experience to her leaving nothing. She nodded a lot but said very little. It was starting to annoy me. “The Hunter God is from a different time of war and bloodshed. He’s the reason why we have senses and physical powers,” She said finally. “It will not be easy going against him. But you have Moon Goddess blessings.” Carlin and I nodded. “Let’s go back to my father. I have an announcement to make.” He said. I wondered what he was going to say.

Her touch was powerful, and I couldn’t continue scaring her like this. “This is the god of war, Ryder. He’s not an easy opponent and I believe that is why he bested you the first day you two met on the training grounds. That was only a glimpse of his powers, yours are bound. We have to think realistically here, he could kill you.”

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

Theria raised her hands and lightly touched sasquatch, who didn't seem to mind the attention, "Take it, easy girl," She moved her free hand and chanted, "Dèan na faclan againn mar an ceudna," A soft glow emitted from her hand. Sure hope this works. Warren stepped forward, "Can you understand me?" he held out his hand, "I am Warren Vandal," he kept arms lengths and made himself look as friendly as he possibly could.

“Rain…” “That’s it,” she whispered proudly. “That’s the gift. The Goddess’s touch, flowing through us. Do you feel it? That peace? That quiet joy? That’s what healing is. Not just mending flesh, but soothing the soul,” she delivered the lines, remembering how the Goddess had said it. And yeah, she was right. The energy pulsed and throbbed, not wild, not violent; it was calm. Comforting. Every flicker of it felt like a promise, like safety, like home. My ribs ached less beneath the bandages just from holding it.

“You can heal them.” I know but how? “Touch him.” I hesitated for one second before placing my hand carefully on the wound. The moment I touched him— warmth rushed through my body. Silver light slowly spread across my fingers. The wounded warrior gasped sharply. Then the bleeding started slowing down. Several people froze immediately. The healer beside him stepped backward in shock. “What…” The cut slowly closed before their eyes. Not completely. But enough. Enough to save him. The warrior opened his eyes slowly, breathing harder like he had just returned from death itself.

The war was over, but the toll it had taken lingered in the scars etched across the landscape. Turning away from the smoldering remnants of the enemy, I made my way towards Jake, Trevor, and Alpha Charles. My celestial powers, a balm of restoration, flowed through my fingertips as I placed my hands on their chests. The silver piercings that had inflicted wounds now began to heal, the celestial energy knitting together torn flesh and shattered resolve. Their consciousness stirred, and life force returned to them. Yet, amidst the triumphant revival, a shadow loomed over my heart. Sergio lay lifeless, his once vibrant spirit extinguished. Kneeling beside him, agony engulfed me as tears streamed

Although the First War God no longer knew the concept of pain, witnessing how the once-glorious First War God was reduced to such a miserable state was truly heartbreaking, especially for Andrius, who was once a former friend of his. He could not bear to watch and turned his head to ask, “Is there a way to resolve this?” Kelvin’s expression darkened as he shook his head. “I’ve tried, but the insect in his body is too powerful. The insects in my possession can’t deal with him.” Andrius fell silent. After some thought, he took out his silver needles and began acupuncture treatment on the First War God’s body. The needles pierced his body, precise and accurate. However, what caught Andrius off