Oblivion Heal Major Wounds Novels & Stories

She once had a bright future, but she had destroyed it with her own hands. Three months later, I returned to the Sanctuary as planned. The silver poison was completely gone from my system, and thanks to my pureblood constitution, my right leg had healed perfectly. The Sanctuary was a different place. The Wolf Council had completely purged the corruption. A new, upright, and strict Elder had been brought in from the outside. The new Elder cracked down on misconduct and strictly enforced all medical protocols and treatment guidelines. He gave every healer a clean, uncorrupted environment to practice medicine.

Most packs don't have healers with magical power. Hayley's face was solemn. She spun around the room in a slow circle, thinking of what to do next. Everyone was murmuring. All she was hearing were people complaining about how she was a good for nothing healer. Someone even said she is a scam. How was it you did a hundred good for people and the one time you cannot help then you become a bad person? Hayley felt something surge through her. She remembered how her brother had died at her hand while trying to treat him. She remembered her vow to never let another person die at her hand. Hayley's hand began to give off a flickering low glow of white light. She placed her hand over the woman's nec

I roared, observing his hasty retreat, his movements a blur of desperation. That was the fourth warrior that I put down today. I hate to admit it, but whatever that healer did to me was f*cking amazing! My shoulder was injured in battle, and some feral rogue bit half of it off. It took me years to heal, and even then, it was only partially healed. I had some mobility and even less strength. Ordering the Healer to prove herself turned out to be a miracle gift. I returned home that day and went straight to the gym. I was utterly dumbfounded when I could lift three times the weight I could before. I felt better than I ever have. She has no idea what she has done for me. This will make my plans

Kaelithar, who was sent flying backwards and on the ground, the wound that could be seen on his stomach that blood was spilling out from was now clearing off as though there’s never been anything there in the first place. And Vivienne could only stare in… her breath paused for a moment. “You can heal?” She muttered as the word came out of her mouth in a stammering expression mixed with shock and disbelief. ⸻

Blake left his soul to continue cultivating and looked more closely to the cultivation for the Breath of Life. There were three cultivations to learn. The first one could heal superficial wounds on the body and make the skin harder and softer. The second cultivation would heal the internal wounds sustained by over-exerting one’s limits or fighting. The third, if there were a breath within the body, one would be healed and saved. He would only go into a near-death state and let the body instinctively heal. Five days passed, and with the medicinal herb soup Gerold made and the first stage of the Breath of Life, Blake fully recovered. His hair grew within those days, not making him look so weir

After Oliver went near Henry, Henry slapped him several times. Oliver felt a stream of pure, amazing energy penetrating his body. All of his physical injuries disappeared. His internal core was damaged as he had exerted all of his power beyond his capability. However, with just a few moves from Henry, he started to feel better. After just a short moment, he felt like he was completely healed. That was exciting. Oliver's greatest pursuit was cultivation. Damage to his internal core would have had a significant impact on him. He immediately expressed his gratitude. "Thank you, Master."

The power of the Illus circulated in his body, and his injuries were healed instantly. At this moment, Xayvion glanced at his arm. He took James’ hit directly. The powerful energy flowed from his fist. It was so strong that wounds appeared on his arm. There was blood. Xayvion’s expression was dark. He found it hard to believe that James could injure him when his Obsidian Body was completed. With his successful Obsidian Body, he could ignore all Supernatural Signature Skills and inscriptions. Only the purest form of physical power could injure him.

Whatever energy she emitted when she awakened that healed and rejuvenated, caused wolves close to death to heal enough for help to arrive while smaller wounds healed. Levantus was able to completely heal because of his direct mate bond to her. His worst wounds still require some healing, but he was able to stand again. ~~~~~~~~ Odessa POV ~~~~~~~~~ Sego. I’ve known for years that he is a despicable man, but it still hurt. I can’t help but carry some blame on my own shoulders. It feels like I keep failing and people keep getting hurt. I sigh as I stand within a large infirmary tent. Buildings are being repaired, the infirmary had taken a hit as well. So, this is where people can get help for

I had hidden under the couch. As the brother and sister duel ran into the living room to see what the noise was, I shot them both in the ankle. Instantly, they dropped to their knees screaming in pain, as Mr. Slater rushed in. He helped me get free from the remaining restraints. He secured the crime scene till the police and the emergency medical team arrived. The medical team treated everyone before transporting us to the hospital. My soon- to- be father-in-law arrived as I was being put in the ambulance, and he rode with me to the hospital holding my hand. The entire time, he reassured me that everything would be okay.

Lisa walked in clapping her hands, “Food is ready, ill go set up the table you should go before it gets cold.” Moments later the two were sitting on the miniature table eating their hunger away. Drom covered the wound that was showing on his chest with a heavy taping of bandages. It was unnatural. The wound had never healed ever since he was pierced with the dagger. The god Arni told him that he would never heal naturally. The only way to heal it was to retrieve the dagger and thrust it back into his heart and restore his powers, then and only then would the wound heal. “So, any progress on your training?” Drom asked, wanting to break the uneasy silence.