Open Wounds Book Novels & Stories

Just like that night in the coronation hall. It was happening again. Dammit, I had forgotten to go through the library to find out the book that could explain this glow. Suddenly, his wounds were healing. His body was becoming brand new, the blood drying up. The only thing that was torn were his clothes, but all his wounds were healing. Within seconds, he was as good as new. I widened my eyes and stared at him as he slowly opened it to stare at me. “Are you okay?” I asked as he nodded.

Then the small box began to open, and Dinda began to see what was inside the small box. Inside the small box, was a book. Dinda only opened the book, it turned out to be a book belonging to his late wife Luis. Dinda began to be curious, and read the contents of the book. It turns out that the book contains everything about Luis, from what Luis likes to what Luis doesn't like. Reading this book, let Dinda know. How great is his wife's love for Luis, it turns out that they are both lucky because they love each other with all their hearts.

Apparently, I had opened up the wound, without even realising it. I unwrapped the once white cloth, biting my lip against the pain as I pulled the fabric away from the gash on my side. The skin had split when the Alpha kicked me, I examined it tentatively myself, with just the tips of my fingers, I must have tugged it open again today while I was moving about. It didn’t look too bad though, it was barely bleeding now, there were no signs of infection and the angry purple bruise had lightened somewhat. It was definitely healing.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

It was like my body was on fire. "That is enough, Esther." A frigid voice broke into the room. Slowly, the girl removed the iron from my wounded side, and the wound made a shrieking sound as if it were frying like buns. With all my strength, I raised my head, using my eyes to investigate the wound, and what I saw amazed me. The wound is healing on its own, even though it was slow. But it was closing, as was the pain I was experiencing, which is now gradually dissipating.

Lexi was too engaged with Jinx to notice Wound had dumped the giant tome on the table right through him. "Yeah, that was the idea," Jinx admitted. He half stood up to try and see the book's pages. "But how about you tell me what's going on in that warped mind of yours?" "This is the Book of Changes, only one in this dimension." Wound began showing Jinx the pages of the book that kept shifting with different words. "You aren't showing him that!" Lexi knew exactly what book he was standing in the middle of now that it was brought to his attention. "Topsiders are never supposed to see it. Jinx doesn't need any more bad luck!" He tried to cover it with spirit hands.

“I’m not in pain in any way. I think the effort of the day just reopened some things and that has to be pretty normal, right?” Daniel doesn’t look very convinced by my lie but he quickly runs off anyway and comes back with some disinfectant and gauze. I take off my shirt and crumple it into a ball so I can hide it in the washer much quicker later, and Daniel helps me soak the gauze in some disinfectant before dabbing away at the mess. Contrary to what I originally thought, the wounds didn’t completely reopen. There are some areas that have been scratched open, though, and I don’t know what caused that. I don’t even know why they caused so much bleeding.

I turn the shower back on, washing away the scrub. Hastily I grabbed the towel and ran to the vanity. The mirror reflected the impossible: the tender swollen wound had somehow hardened with edges jutting out. With shaking hands, I pick at it with my nail. Nothing. I felt nothing, not even the skin. It was numb. I tore it off with shivering hands and ragged breath. My inspection of the wound was futile. The dried cover of the wound fell off readily, revealing only a minor faded scar mark. What freaking hell is it?

I’m so glad that the healer came right in time. It could have been a lot worse. The scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air in Aiden’s chambers. With my face pale with worry, I watched as the doctor meticulously examined the reopened wound on Aiden’s abdomen. The bandage, painstakingly applied just a few hours ago, had been torn loose, revealing a raw, angry gash that bled freely. “It seems the wound has reopened,” the doctor said, his voice a low rumble. “You must be more careful, Prince Aiden. It might get infected..”

I pulled my finger from his hand and put it in my mouth, sucking on it. "It's just a small cut, honey," I said with a laugh. "Just a paper cut." "A paper cut is an invisible wound that can be dangerous and become infected if left untreated," Noah said impatiently as he grabbed my hand again. "And baby, why are you sucked your finger?" He led me to the sink, washed my hands carefully, then deftly applied wound medicine and bandaged the line of wounds carefully. "Take good care of yourself, baby," Noah said in a scolding tone, but he said it gently. "You're not just living for yourself now. You living for me and for our babies. "