Novel & Cerita Prayer To The Wound In The Shoulder

This task was mine, as critical as any wielded weapon. Every now and again, I would catch a glimpse of Olivia on the walls, commanding with a grace and power that filled me with pride. Yet, even from afar, I could see the tremor of doubt in her stance. My heart whispered fervent encouragement, a prayer that echoed through our bond. Stay strong, Olivia. Believe in yourself. Your strength guides us all. The moonlight flickered, casting a silver glow upon the wounded. I closed my eyes a moment, whispering a silent plea to the Moon Goddess. “Give us the strength to endure. Protect Olivia and everyone else and guide us to victory.”

~ Ryan ~ I stood up from the couch for the fifth damn time in twenty minutes, then flopped right back down like a dumbass, letting out a deep frustrated groan. “Fuck,” I hissed, clenching my teeth as that sharp pain shot through my shoulder. I pressed my hand against the fresh bandage, feeling the burn like a motherfucker. The gunshot wound was still beatin’ my ass. Every lil’ movement had my body screamin’, remindin’ me I should be laid up somewhere instead of even thinkin’ ‘bout steppin’ outside.

A prayer had solved all things—a prayer. One minute I was seconds away from excruciating pain and the next my body was as hip as it used to be. I took a solo run the next day when Khai was out at work and my legs were as fast as they always were. The sun kissed my skin tenderly and I had returned to my old self. My mother always said that medicine came in to treat things but prayers are the ones that healed. Khai’s honest and faithful prayer to his ancestor cleared the poison from my body. Truly it was a miracle. This was Traga’s gift to me. I was truly his too.

I focused on my fingers, rubbing the scars left from the surgery, then flexed them, repeating the exercises to regain flexibility and strength. As I continued to work on my hand, the water around me suddenly began to glow, and I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder where Xander’s mark was. At the same time, my broken hand started to burn with an unexpected heat, causing me to gasp in shock. I quickly lifted my hand out of the water, shaking it fervently to try and get rid of the pain.

Golden light spilled from the gaping wound as Sirona keened with her last breath, “Raphael!” **** “Raphael,” Serena whispered as her eyes opened. She turned her head to the right and saw the relic fisted tightly in her hand. Searing pain in her right shoulder blade sent shockwaves down her arm. She winced as she sat up, and leaned against her bed while looking for the source of the pain, but saw no wound. As she massaged the area, the pain gradually subsided into nonexistence.

“I have no doubt that the events of the last couple of days have been hard on you.” My eyes start to quell with tears. Will thinking of Ethan in the infirmary ever get any easier? To my surprise, Alpha Jason hands me a tissue. “And for your mother as well. We are all sending our prayers to the Moon Goddess that he pulls through. But I want to be very clear with you, young lady.” Unable to speak, I dab my eyes.

Closing my hand around the dagger, I grip it tightly. One breath. Two. And I rip the dagger from his chest. Zane’s entire body jolts. A spasm of energy erupts from the wound. It’s a shockwave of power that makes the trees groan and my ears ring. I scream inside my head, praying to the Moon Goddess. Diana, please. And just to be safe, The witch goddess, Hecate. And every other god and goddess I can think of. Just help him. Please.

This wound is the greatest concern because it is closest to his heart and brain, the two areas where the spell can do the most damage. I look at Meadow and Tate, putting one hand on Xander’s shoulder over the wound and reaching out with the other. Meadow steps up, putting one hand on the wound on Xander’s hip and reaching out with the other. Tate steps up and takes both of our hands, creating a circle around Xander. I close my eyes and concentrate, making sure I have the latin phrases in my head. Magic, strong magic, is always said in latin.

That happens once, twice, three more times, and at that moment, Aethelwulf prayed for the first time a long time ago. “My goddess, help me. I don’t know what’s going on, but please come to my help.”

When I was done, I applied the mixture to his wound, praying to the goddess that it would work. "Please, please let this work," I whispered, smoothing the paste over the wound and binding it with strips of cloth torn from my shirt.