Healing Touch Of A War God Novels & Stories

…A motion that stole another moan from my lips as I felt his fingers move, relishing in the small reprieve granted by his touch. “Kieran…,” I sighed in pleasure. His free arm had wrapped around my torso, holding me in place. Though, more accurately, it was supporting my weight, now not entirely sure if I could even remember how to stand. But it was as I spoke that he instantly became encouraged. His actions sped up, his fingers somehow knowing exactly what I needed without having to tell him. An ability that made me start to think that perhaps it *was* possible for a God to exist, because how else could he be so good at doing this to me? Hell, I could see myself subscribing to that religion

"Great god Apollo, god of Medicine and Healing, Hear this servant's prayer. Heal him ohh god of medicine. Touch him and heal him. Make your servant well with your cleansing touch. Heal him, Make him well." I chanted my hands placed on Christian's chest, my eyes shut closed... I imagined his inner chest been repaired and made whole. I chanted the mantra three more times, then I heard Christian cough. I opened my eyes immediately, it worked. Christian is healed.

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.”

She stared at the oncoming excavator with no fear in her eyes, only a strange sense of relief. In the split second before the bucket came crashing down, I shoved her out of the way. The sheer force of the impact numbed my entire arm before blood started streaming. "Damn it! How dare he fight back! Shoot him and take him down!" Gunthar roared. Gunfire erupted as the soldiers blew out the excavator's tires and brought the machine to a dead stop. Jude was pinned hard into the ground by several soldiers and struggled until he finally went still. Gunthar stepped forward and stepped on his face. "Take him away, and add this to his charges! Tell the military court that I'll oversee his case myself!

If the stream was deep inside, Theo would have jump straight. Sitting straight back, Theo start clean remaining black gu substances, after laying down in stream. while cleaning himself up, Theo start checking his body for anything, that is related to this black gu substance. He notices that his internal injuries were heal, and his basic body tempering was complete. His final and the hardest of the tempering which is spine, was complete, and he didn't knew about it, he was amazed, and daze for couple of minute.

*Then taso uses his skill space corridor so no one can hear, and the space was like heaven only a massive field of white-colored space* Now, tell me what do you mean by a great war, darling? I'll tell you everything, soon there will be a great war we all the gods vs all the anti-gods we called them breakers because they can break all the law of omnipotent only a massive amount of omnipotent power can stop them, and we made a council it named the council of the 10 great supreme gods and the strongest of us is my father the god of everynity, Deus Saya, he is the strongest god, and he is titled the supreme God-king my father holds everything in the multiverse

The central hearth roars with a deep, clean geothermal heat, casting long, lazy amber and lilac shadows across the thick furs draping the floor. Clyde lays me down with an agonizing gentleness onto the bed of furs, immediately dropping to his knees beside me. He doesn't say a word. The warlord who just crushed an army is entirely gone, replaced by a male whose mate has been broken to save his kingdom. His hands move with a precise, cellular focus, drawing on the supercharged shadow-energy within his core. He wraps his broad palm around my mangled left wrist, letting the black, liquid warmth of his aura seep directly into my skin.

Kneeling beside him, I touched his chest and felt shallow breathing. Blood was soaking the ground under him. “I can’t…” He coughed violently. “I’m dying.” “No.” Golden flames gathered in my hands, and the warmth spread into his wound, slowing the bleeding, which stopped after a few seconds. The warrior stared at me in disbelief. “The pain is gone.” His flesh slowly knitted together before my eyes, and healers watching froze. “She healed him.” “It’s true.” More injured wolves were brought to me. I healed burns, broken bones, and even deep cuts. Every life I touched reminded me why the Moon Goddess had chosen me to protect others.

“I wish I could do more for you.” I place my hand on its large human chin, gasping when a surge of energy leaves my hand. And then, suddenly, something remarkable happens—the wounds that were spilling blood moments ago begin to heal themselves inch by inch until all that remains are faint scars on the drider’s glossy black carapace. My friend is healed! “What did you do?” Alex asks. I smile, and a flood of warmth comes over me, as if I am filled with a million helium-filled balloons. I’m so exhausted. “I...I think I healed him. When I touched him, I felt energy leaving my hand, and he healed.”

The water had been blessed with herbs gathered under the full moon, and as her hands moved through it, the air seemed to hum with power. She moved through the pack, her energy flowing from one person to the next. She started with the physically wounded. Kneeling beside one of them, she placed her hands over the injury, the soft glow from her fingers warming the air. As she chanted softly, words of ancient healing, the tension in the wolf’s body melted away. The bruise faded, the pain lifted. The warrior took a deep breath, the relief visible in his relaxed posture.