Oblivion Heal Other Spell Novels & Stories

they spared and spared and spared, when Lycan knew that his brother wanted to hurt him to feel better he let him hit his shoulder and draw blood. Claus tore his garment and in a show of care used it to soak his brother's blood , his excitement made him run back to the witch with a cloth soaked with his brother's blood. the witch used the cloth to curse Lycan into a beast and a man. two residing in one body . and then she cursed Claus to be a wanderer and undeserving of his brother's forgiveness that when the two sets eyes on each other, the urge to kill each other would emerge but Lycan being a man beast would have the greater power because Claus and his descendants would always be weak.

I took a deep breath and walked forward, choosing to get back into that chaos, it was time to put into practice a little bit of what had been practising. I called to my wolf for help, controlling her instead of the other way around which was when it got very bad. My claws slowly unsheathed, elongating till my nails bled. My eyes dilated till I could see every minute detail happening in front of me. And my hearing became specific, I could choose to hear only what I wanted to, and it was currently focused on the parameter of the arena and nothing else. I called this the blood mode. I had been practicing this particular mode since I moved in with Mr Gregory.

The inscriptions lit up and three scrolls materialized. "I don't know where you obtained all that money but I advise you to train carefully in the Warp spell. You wouldn't be the first cultivator to die because of an error in its execution." Lucinda stored the scroll and bowed to the Professor, then she hastily left the inventory to return to her accommodation. She didn't even look at Ivor as she sat on her bed and took out the three scrolls. 'Blind is a simple rank 0 spell that covers a small area with black fog, it can be useful to surprise enemies with weak mental energy.'

Each moved with eerie silence and precise coordination, like they were being guided—not by instinct or rage—but by a mind elsewhere. --- Far Above – Frost Sovereign’s Domain The Sovereign stood motionless within a hollow throne carved of obsidian ice. He watched through the eyes of his frostspawn, hundreds of threads weaving through his mind like rivers of frozen data. The intruders were not unexpected. But they had come too soon. His hand hovered over a crystalline relic embedded in the floor—a globe of ancient virus code. It pulsed with life. “Fire returns to the cold,” he mused aloud, his voice distant and depthless. “The Healer bears the Ember. And the mortal bond persists.”

She spoke: “We of Ivyshade have lived in seclusion for many years. We truly have no need to form ties with other packs for any reason. But Alpha Raven, you are not wrong. We do have the best healers. If the disease you mentioned cannot be cured by us, then it cannot be cured anywhere in Gloomwood.” She tilted her head slightly, her eyes cold as a December lake sweeping over those seated before her. Her tone was steady but carried enough weight to leave others speechless.

Instead, he saw only a tired, resolute professional. I placed both my bare hands firmly on his chest, right over his heart. This was not a simple probe; it was a powerful merging. The violet Wolfsbane energy I had learned to control surged through my hands, blending with the pure, white light of my natural healing ability. The violet energy-the poison-found the Wolfsbane residue in his bone marrow and neutralized it, while the white light healed the wounds to his soul.

his appearance was not good already his eyes were all white, and the veins around were popping and he is slightly floating! -HIDDEN BONE FRAME APPEARED- -DEATH BONE FRAME!- -EVERY SKILL HAVE BEEN CHANGED- -REGEN- TURNS TO (ENERGY DRAIN)- -BLESSING OF THE NEW LIFE- TURNS TO (CURSE OF THE NEW LIFE)- -HEAL- TURNS TO (CORRODE)- the system message bombard him but he doesn’t care and let the anger consume him as the seconds pass by, the thick gray aura suddenly gets larger, and the outer layer of it was pitch black

A conservation spell…to make the food unable to rot…or a spell that can restore something to what it originally was! That might be possible...i don’t know if I can do it but it may work! I have a couple of mysterious abilities that I have never used…for example the [Life] and [Time] affinities! I read in a book that the [Life] affinity which is contradictory to the [Corrosion] attribute is the attribute of healing and life! It’s an extremely rare attribute that barely even manifest…just like the death, Corrosion attribute. I frantically never used it…even when I was healing myself I used glyph combinations without applying any attribute to the spell…

Trevor looked a little worried, but Maxim interrupted him. "I can see why you look so worried" Maxime smiled "you don't have to worry about your heat period or Max's pheromones, unfortunately, my son isn't sensitive to people's pheromones even when an Omega is in heat. Besides, he has the ability to make his pheromones disappear, you won't feel his pheromones unless he wants you to." As he said that, the three, Klayne sighed at the same time. Trevor looked at them curiously and just nodded.

I'm still tethered to Sophia—still holding the door closed—but I force myself to focus. The altar. The runes. The blade. If I can find the keystone—the anchor point holding the whole ritual together—I can shatter it. I reach for Healer's Sight. The warmth flickers—barely there, a candle in a hurricane—but it's enough. I push it outward, past my own pain, past Sophia's flickering glow, and into the ritual itself. And I see it. The pattern. The web of corruption spreading from the altar like roots through soil. And at the center, carved into the stone beneath the blade, one rune burns brighter than all the others.