Old Wounds Novels & Stories

I felt like a chunk of my heart had been viciously ripped out. Seeing me like this, Ricardo felt a momentary pang in his heart. He paused, his eyes reddening as his voice softened. "I promise I'll have someone make you an exact replica… Va Bene?" I looked at him, and whatever lingering hope I'd held for him died. "No need. What I wanted… is long gone." I sank to my knees. With my fingers, I slowly gathered every shard of the broken opal into a velvet pouch, not even leaving the tiniest speck of powder behind.

“Miss at this time you don't need to be afraid, you just need to rest in this place. I will make sure that everyone will stay safe!” Then Dinda, who already trusted Luis, was now starting to fall asleep. It can be seen that at this time Dinda is very tired, she is running to save herself. When this woman was asleep, Luis immediately washed her feet with warm water. Luis saw a scar on this woman's leg, and immediately Luis put a plaster on this woman's wound. Now Luis only saw a poor woman sleeping very soundly. Right now it looks like this Woman is Tired, and also very scared.

It was a bloody gash that wasn't healing. “It's not healing and it hurts ten times more than I have ever felt pain,” Olive explained as they both looked at the bleeding palm. Her entire hand was soaked with blood now. “I don't think we heal here,” Wayne said, looking around. “I can't feel my wolves too.” Olive looked up at his bleeding forehead. “How did you get that?” she asked, tilting his head to see the main wound. “I...fell,” he answered. Olive looked puzzled.

He then checked Oliver’s pulse and his face instantly darkened after he checked Oliver’s wounds. He instantly looked up and glared at Fane hatefully. “You b*stard, how dare you do such a terrible thing. How can you do something like this by tearing up his soul?!” Elder Sayer was furious. The wounds on his body were fine but the wound that his soul suffered were much more difficult to recover compared to the wounds on his body. Apart from that, those wounds required the help of exceptionally expensive pills. From the looks of things, Oliver’s wound would require at least six months to recover. Six months might be nothing to the elders but it was extremely precious to the disciples that were i

Olwen listened reluctantly, feeling unhappy inside. "You should take a warm bath to stay healthy. Running around all day, how can you bear it? Don't you feel uncomfortable when your body is smelly and dirty? Most of all, the leg wound needs to be washed. clean. Then apply medicine and bandages. If left untreated, infection will occur."

Different weird thoughts hit me as I trailed my fingers over the sores. The sores look no different from yesterday, it was still fresh and it stung like hell. I remembered the doctor's claims and I wondered when they would heal up. Yes, as werewolves, if we have achieved our wolves, our wounds heal in time, but I'm not confident about my wounds… I have not incurred this degree of injury before.

“The man you brought in is fine. He’s stable, for now. He lost a lot of blood and his wolf doesn’t seem to be active. But they’re something I noticed about his injuries…” I nodded, mostly because I had noticed them too. His body not healing despite him being a werewolf wasn’t the only odd thing about him. It was the fact that most of his injuries seem to be too old. Every part of his body was covered in scars or injuries that were inflicted a long time ago. It was as though someone had chained him up in a dungeon somewhere, and tortured him for weeks, if not months. At least, that was what his injuries suggested. Bree lowered her voice, glancing briefly over her shoulder as if someone might

However, few were still staring. The crowd included teens; boys and girls, of my age and few seemed a little older than me but not younger than me. I had millions of questions in my mind and was waiting badly to let them out. At first I thought that it all might be a dream but no. A dream could not be this real and neither one could feel so much pain from the wounds inflicted. Coming to think of the wounds, every kid here was wearing bandages. Some on their arms, on their foreheads, legs and eyes. Every individual was having some. Why were they all like this, wounded? I thought to myself.

"It's a wound caused by some sort of sharp knife. It looked like an old wound that was near recovery, but I don't know why it seems like someone stabbed the same spot again. The wound is fresh, and I think it happened within a day. He only sanitized it and that's all. There's no sign of sutures. "It's not very serious, but the aftereffect could be severe if it isn't treated with care since it was an old wound." She then passed a consent letter to Gwen. "Sign this, and we'll attend to his wound."

I said and then ran to the clinic with Addison. After looking at the wound, I did the best I could to stop their condition from getting worse. I don’t like any of this even one bit. I looked around at their wounds and they seemed to be rotting. And there was a distant smell coming from their wounds. Lycans have been fighting for decades; it’s the same with werewolves as well. The rouges have been fighting with Lycan for a long time. But this has never happened; it’s never been heard before that a wound inflicted by a rogue doesn’t heal.