Prayer To The Wound In The Shoulder Novels & Stories

The silence slowly spread through the square. This was the moment. The elder closest to me handed the knife to me. A long and sharp blade, with a golden hilt. I tightened my fingers around the hilt, closing my eyes briefly. "Moon Goddess… Please." I prayed. "Let this year be better than the last. Let the pack thrive, and let the town be safe. Let the harvest be plentiful, and let there be no wars. No sickness and no loss." And… if you still hear me… Watch over River, wherever he is. Keep that damn omega safe.

His hand reached out, gently stroking my hair, a gesture of comfort that always managed to soothe me in times of distress. "I... I think so," I managed to respond, my voice weak and raspy. The pain in my shoulder reminded me of the wolfsbane-laced arrow that had pierced my flesh. The memory flashed before my eyes, the excruciating agony that had coursed through my body. How had I ended up here? Zayne interrupted my thoughts, his voice filled with concern, "Your shoulder is still healing. You shouldn't exert yourself."

She ask her third sister in law to assist her as there is only one male doctor watching the man breath . Slowly she works on the shoulder . Once the bullet comes out bloods splits all over the shoulder, calmly ,she wipes the wound with the water from the well that mixed with five thousand years old ginseng and a thousand years old Lingzhi liquid . Few second later the wound on the shoulder starts to heal slowly and the meat appears to close the wound .

Time have seem to have stood still. I closed my eyes, willing for any form of release. “Moon Goddess,” I whispered silently, my tears hot as they streaked down my filth-covered face. “If you’re real, if you can hear me, please help me. If not to survive, then let me die. Anything to end this.” The prayer was bitter, raw, and full of anger. I didn’t care if cursing the goddess brought me more bad fortune. What could possibly be worse than this? She deserved my rage for letting me suffer like this.

His expensive suit was soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his thin back and outlining the curve of his protruding spine. He raised his hand, and the golden Heaven's Power faintly flowed at his fingertips, trying to trap the raging karmic burdens. The red prayer beads on his wrist shone brightly, each bead like a burning star, emitting a gentle yet resilient glow that protected the core of his soul.

he asked gently. “I suppose so,” I spoke back, my voice slightly above a whisper. “I simply want time.” He nodded, standing up and putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I’m here for you. Just take it in the future at a time.” I watched as Jake walked towards the door, his shoulders heavy with defeat. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I wish you discover what you need.” “Me too,” I murmured, feeling a mix of unhappiness and remedy.

she retorted with a heart filled with mockery, although her face contradicted her true feelings. "Your license expired yesterday, and you can't provide any consultations today?" "Yes, sir." "But I'm experiencing discomfort in my shoulder. What should I do?" Adrian, for once, lowered his voice as he touched his injured shoulder with his right hand. His facial expressions vividly conveyed the extent of his discomfort.

He takes a second gulp, using the back of his palm to wipe sweat off his face, while giving a firm grip on the book and scroll he held. Another arrow whooshes through wind, straight for him. Before he could duck, it stabs his right shoulder, forcefully drawing out a bound yell that escapes his lips. He wasn't having a very good day. "Arghhh! Fuck!" He screams and curses against the throbbing pain that was coursing through his body. His shoulder took the damage, but his whole body got credited with the pain. Strangely.

And start praying in her head . "Please, Mother Mary, save me. Please, God, save me."

I found a quiet spot by the water's edge and sank down, my fingers skimming the surface, creating ripples that mirrored the turbulence within me. Closing my eyes, I let the prayers flow from my heart, seeking solace and strength from the divine. I poured out my fears, my hopes, and my deepest desires, hoping that somewhere in the vastness of the universe, my pleas would be heard. I prayed for Silver's recovery, for her baby's health, and for the strength to endure the trials that lay ahead.