Oblivion Heal Other Spell Novels & Stories

They could cause enemies to see simple or even complex illusions like making a powerful being appear before them or even dying, well but it drained a lot of mana and worked only if the enemy(s) was within a 10 metres radius. After them, were the 'Green spirits' or 'Healer type-spirits', in fact they were mostly owned by healers just like that lady, who healed Lienne's cut-off arm. They were known as " The spirits of healing" — their power was simple and at the same time powerful — they could heal wounds and also undo a person's or an animal's cut-off body part.

My second vision had warned me about this. I held my breath, knowing that if I turned around, I would find Chase at knife point. I clenched my trembling hands into white knuckled fists. Darryl's bleeding was not ordinary. In fact, the bitch who was holding Chase at knife point, had spelled the knife she'd thrown at Darryl. I closed my eyes as I placed my hands over his wound. I casted the spell out loud, knowing that she was listening. My palms tingled and I opened my eyes to see that they were emitting a white glow. Darryl's wound stopped bleeding and his supernatural self-healing kicked in. I rose to my feet, still not turning around.

Her breathing came in ragged, uneven gasps, and tears spilled down her cheeks as her nails dug into the mattress beneath her. “Please…” she whimpered, though no one knew if she was begging for the heat to stop — or for the touch she craved so desperately. “It hurts… it hurts so much…” Three pack healers surrounded her, their faces pale and focused as they formed a circle and began to chant in unison. The air grew heavy with their combined magic, a soft golden glow forming a barrier over Livia’s trembling body. “Ease her pain,” one whispered. “Suppress the longing. Calm the bond.”

“Don’t think. Just stay silent in your cell. No food for you for the rest of the day.” “But…” “No buts. Serve that as your punishment.” Then I was left alone again. But this time, that woman’s voice accompanied me throughout the day. *** Herta. Olivia looked so peaceful in her sleep that I nearly wanted to let her die. However, Nash glared at me each time I performed healing magic on Olivia. Healing wasn’t my initial ability, but I had learned it before. Helping Olivia recover from wolfsbane was possible, especially when she was handled as soon as she consumed it.

I felt Monica's presence leave while I gauged the magic I had left. “Healing Serenity!” I whispered shakily. I saw one of his deep wounds vanish. “Healing Serenity!” I whispered the spell multiple times. I watched my stone turn red, but he slowly started to breathe better but there were still a lot of open wounds. “Healing Serenity!” The black marks covered my hands but a quarter of the wounds I could see had vanished now.

The pack members exchanged glances, recognizing the urgency of addressing Elvie's condition. Morgana approached Elvie, her movements purposeful as she initiated a mystical incantation. "Elvie, daughter of the moon, let the veils that bind you be lifted. Return to the essence that defines you." The room became a canvas for the interplay of supernatural forces as Morgana's spell unfolded. A gentle energy enveloped Elvie, and the unnatural calmness that gripped her began to wane. The transformation, a delicate dance between magic and destiny, unfolded as Elvie's true self emerged from the shadows.

After she had circled the body several times she stopped and cast a spell: “Cinis et pulvis, constringunt sanitatem lucem, de luna et dea, confima spiritum lupum” At first there was an intense red light but the more she repeated the spell, the softer the light became and then morphed into a soft blue light. When she was done she said, “I have gotten him to the point where his wolf can take over. I can’t tell you how long it will take him to heal from here. I will check on him tomorrow, but then your healers will arrive with your Delta the next day.” Then she vanished.

He felt queasy and nearly stumbled as he fell more than knelt down next to Priest. Spitfire was there, also cloaked in the dark aura of the Underworld. He seemed to be handling it better, as he was able to take hold of Doll's elbow and steady him. "Take it slow. That's a lot after you've just recovered." "I know some of this power, my love. It is as familiar as my own breath. The spell that healed me and saved my life lives within it... but there is so much more. It's hard to hold. Like I'm trying to wield the tides and hold up the moon at the same time." Doll let Spitfire hold some of his weight as he set the lily on Priest's wound. "Now, I can almost say for certain this will hurt far more

But now he is finally asleep, so i can use my ultimate healing spell without interruptions. As i sit beside him, i place my left palm on his forehead and my right palm on his chest, right on the diaphragm and visualise a blue bubble around him. As i see it in my mind, a faint, light blue light starts engulfing him in reality, getting stronger with each calculated breath i draw. By the time the light surrounds him whole, it has become solid, pure blue, like the summer sky of Greece. This spell is tricky to be conducted at night, even with a full moon, because i tap into the solar energy for a constant and strong energy flow, and when i am done the health and vital energy of the other is fully

- **Flavor:** Spinning vortex of razor blood; howls like drowning gods. **New Ultimate: Crimson Restoration (Soul-Heal Variant – Used on Remy)** - **Cost:** 500,000 HP/MP (Self-deducts; Regens via Crown) - **Cooldown:** 1/week - **Effect:** Target regens 100% HP instantly + permanent +20% max HP/VIT. Works on soul-damage/coma states (Pulls soul back from 90% lost states). Pack-wide if oath-linked. - **Flavor:** User's blood floods target's veins; "I won't let you go." (Unlocked pre-Remy heal; triggered by near-loss panic.)