Oblivion Heal Major Wounds Novels & Stories

"We're making my grandma's stew. No arguing. Get up." Nathan claims the couch and the remote, already deep into a football match by the time Avriel drags me into the kitchen. She hands me a knife and an onion like that solves anything. We work in silence, chopping, stirring, the kind of task that gives your hands something to do while your mind goes somewhere else entirely. I don't realize I'm crying until Avriel takes the knife out of my hand and pulls me into a hug instead. "It's Kai, isn't it?"

Inside the main medical tent, it was chaos. There were at least twenty soldiers in various states of injury. Some lay on cots, their chests rising weakly. Others sat propped against crates or even the dirt floor, wrapped in blood-soaked bandages. Two healers rushed from patient to patient, their hands glowing faintly with flickering, unstable magic. They looked barely conscious themselves. "Holy shit," Robbie said beside me. "The wounds aren't closing," Oliver explained grimly. "The cursed energy laced in the attacks is interfering with the healing process. It's spreading. Our healers are too drained, and at this rate, we'll lose everyone."

Pivotting, I swipe my arm through the air, smacking the object away. It's head slices across my knuckles, cutting deep enough to draw blood before planting itself into the dirt. Silence engulfs the training ground. Not shocked silence, but the air of alertness. The warriors tense. Maya’s eyes widen. Liam swears under his breath. My hand heals instantly, the skin sealing seamlessly within seconds. Small wounds still heal. Localized injuries still respond. Expectedly. Only the ones tracing across my back and arms stubbornly refuse. I wipe the last trail of blood from my palm, and my eyes narrow toward the horizon.

The Veil solidified, shimmering briefly before settling into invisibility. They released their connection and collapsed, exhausted but triumphant. Marcus approached slowly, studying the repaired area. “It is healed. Completely. I can feel it.” “The repair should hold indefinitely,” Astrid said, accepting water from one of the warriors. “But if you notice any instability, contact us immediately. Sometimes tears have deeper damage that shows up later.” “I will. Thank you.” Marcus turned to me. “Luna Kaia, your Shadowborn just solved a problem that has plagued my territory for months. That is not insignificant.”

He carelessly dislodged the arrow from his hand without so much as a quiet groan. Elizabeth's blue eyes watched as the wound swiftly knitted back, hastily knitting together and healing at an instant. Right…. Pure blood Alphas had immense healing abilities. Oliviér inched closer, seeing angst Commoners jumping on the guards. The guards themselves wasted no time to draw their weapons and fight back. "Rebels," he muttered, eyes sweeping through the angst crowd. He caught the sight of other people moving along to collect the body of Gentry as the crowd and turned drastic.

Her pupil dilated. Surprisingly, Luthan smiled. He even giggled. She became confused. What was he playing at. Regardless, she stood on guard. Within the twinkle of an eye, she watched as he healed himself. Luthan winced as the pain from the stab wound in his side intensified. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing all of his energy into healing himself. His chest began to glow a bright blue, and the wound on his shoulder began to heal right before Nelly's eyes.

The healer was about to refuse but Joan didn't wait for her to before she closed her eyes and placed both her hands near the wounded arm. “This will drain your energy you don't have to” Lilith protested in a low voice but Joan ignored her. A small Amber light started to emit from Joan's hands that were placed close to the wound. It covered the affected area and slowly Lilith felt her strength returning to her. Joan remained focused till she was satisfied that the wound was healed. When she opened her eyes to check on what she had done, the wound that was there was completely gone and colour had returned to Lilac's face.

he shares with me. “In the case of the Rogue King, if she were to do the healing at a normal pace, she may in fact be able to take on his ailment while healing herself simultaneously,” he says. He continues wiping Jenna’s face. The blood seeping from her body has slowed down but it is still there none the less.

Antigone places a hand on his head, and some of the blisters recede, but the amount of damage is beyond her healing skills. "Coven Leader, we need to get him Underhill. Their healers have more skills than I do, and he needs help immediately," Antigone is one of our best healers if she feels that it is beyond her capacity, that means no one in our coven is strong enough to handle it, even myself. "These wounds go deeper than I can even sense. I think they may go all the way down into his magical core." “Do you two know the way? Do you feel confident that you can bring him there safely?”

“I know, munchkin, and I’m sorry. But I am here now… Shh, everything will be okay now.” As his sobs calm, I feel his healing warmth flowing into me, healing the last of the wound from the dagger and all the other small cuts and bruises from my struggles with the Demons. As soon as my body is healed, Darius pulls back his healing gift and then moves from my arms into Zachariah’s. I watch as Zachariah’s cuts and bruises slowly heal as Darius then sends his healing gift into him.