Mantra Menutup Luka Novels & Stories

He eagerly desired the other six. Willow and the others also recalled this incredible opportunity they had received. When reciting the Nine Word Mantra, spiritual energy entered their bodies in an inconceivable manner and circulated. Combined with hand seals, the effects were astounding—seemingly requiring no cultivation yet releasing tremendous power. Moreover, each person had mastered different marks based on their existing techniques and characteristics.

She’s right it is just a minor cut. “Okay now, before I open it up again, this is what you are going to do. Place your hand or hands over the wound. Close your eyes, taking a deep breath, and as you breathe out, imagine the healing flowing out of you. You will feel a tug in your stomach. That is how you know it’s working. Be careful though, there is a cost, and the price is not always clear until it is too late.” I nod as she extends her claws once more, cutting into her hand.

Andrius soon noticed the ancient script engraved on it. “The Profound Tranquility Mantra.” With just a glance, it felt as if there was a mysterious and profound divine presence entering his mind. It resonated like a bell, echoing and resonating, shaking his mind to its core. Andrius could not help but feel overjoyed. He did not know who created this mantra, but if just a glance had such a strong effect, it might indeed be effective if he cultivated it fully. Immediately, Andrius earnestly started studying the mantra.

Loque Bella stretched her hand out to him and this time he not only looked at it but got up and held it and pulled him gently towards her she then placed her hands on his face and closed her eyes tapping into her power. She started to glow a little brighter than she was and just then spiralling light waves began to come out from all over her body and circulate Prince Mangus; moving across his skin and healing him. The burns and bruises disappeared and it was like he was a good as new. The deep cuts and bite marks healed too but they did not disappear; in their place remained wound scars, kind of like the ones he had across his face, back and chest from the many battles he had been in growing

Zain came in along with Juliet when they saw the glasses cracking. I sat down on the grass where scented flowers were as Juliet and Zain sat in a lotus position and held my hand then each other. "Nature is life, nature is positive, nature is pure, nature is energy. Take the death, take the negative, cleanse the impure and make it whole." Juliet chanted a mantra as we did a breathing exercise. We chanted the mantra for as many times as possible till I felt completely relaxed and before I knew it I passed out.

“Come back to me. You hear me? You’re not leaving me again.” The glow of the seal pulsed once more, calm this time. Nathan and Lira watched from a distance, their faces streaked with dirt and disbelief. Mira pressed her forehead against Thane’s, whispering softly, “It’s over. I promise.” When he didn't wake up, Mira pressed her hands harder against the wound, whispering frantic words. Her vision blurred with tears as the golden light beneath her palms spread wider, mending torn flesh, knitting what had been broken.

”KIWA! A white Ribo which looks like a little giant with an eerie look comes out from Manik’s chaplet and floats over his head. His white Iru is expanding that it spreads to every direction like octopus testicles, eh tentacles (Octopus doesn’t have tentacles though, it’s limbs). Something like a brown book appears before him and opens by itself. Kiwa then descends to the book and the book closes crushes Kiwa. Manik is screaming aloud in pain and the book turns into a white book with a tentacle picture on the cover. The book opens by itself and Manik enchants a spell in an unknown language. What he speaks is just moaning and groans, yet it sounds like a spell. That’s why I am reluctant to wri

Demetria said, “Do you want to know if you have the ability to heal other people’s injuries? For example, I got stabbed with a knife, or something like that.” Clarice responded, “Yeah, I would love to.” “Alright, let’s do it!” Demetria produced a knife and made a tiny cut in her left arm. “Now try to heal my open wound. Place your hand on my wounded arm and instruct your mind to heal it. Try it,” Demetria ordered. Clarice touched her mentor’s injured arm and focused on healing it. The first few minutes, nothing happened. She failed to heal the wound. She’s increasingly worried because more fresh blood is coming out of her mentor’s wound, and she can’t make it stop.

“By light and air, by earth and sea, Bind these wounds, set pain free. Let strength return, let spirits rise, Heal this body, clear weary eyes. With warmth of fire, with water’s flow, Mend what’s broken, let life grow. By my will and magic bright, Restore with love, restore with light. From root to crown, from skin to soul, Let every piece be mended whole. Banish darkness, ease the ache, Let no harm this form remake. With whispered winds and sunlit grace, Seal each wound, time erase. Life’s embrace, both fierce and true, May health return, fresh and new.” I gasped as this strange warmth hit me. The next thing I knew, the pain was gone. “Lia what did you do?” “I healed you,” she said to me, w