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.

"You're smart, but that's not all I'll use you for. You're a gift that keeps on giving after all." "What then? If you're using me, I at least deserve to know how." "Get up," he demanded, pulling at my injured shoulder. I cried out and he loosened his hold. "Be grateful I'm the one handling this, my boys aren't so nice." "That's why I'm bleeding from my shoulder, after all. The goddess will curse everything you ever acquire and put you through an eternity of misery for all the pain you're putting on a pregnant woman," I snarled.

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.

> she joined her hands as she started praying… The moment she pronounced those last words… the surrounding mana flickered and sparkles started shining around her… That verse she said… it is indeed a prayer… a prayer that works just like how a spell chant would have Not for magic casting… but for the sole use of holy power, a god’s borrowed energy…

“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.

My foot! I started pacing around the room and kept rubbing my hands. Beta Brian must be in bed by now, and I didn’t want to disturb him. I closed my eyes and started praying to Moon Goddess, “Dear Moon Goddess. Please. Make it easier for me. Please take this pain away from me.” Thy balm oft flows from the same fount as thy affliction. As if some external entity forced my hand to raise and touch the half mark given by Eric. I lifted my hand mechanically and touched it.

She worries about him so much sometimes that she gets sick to her stomach. With the hot water soothing the tense muscles in her back and shoulders, she looks down and closes her eyes, “Lord, please be with my father. Please protect him and keep him safe. Hold him in your loving and forgiving embrace. Bless him with good health and good fortune, Lord.” The emotion begins to clog her throat as tears mi with the water on her cheeks. “Please let him know that I love him. Give him a sign to let him know I am okay and then... make him forget me. Take his pain away, Lord.”