روايات وقصص ضمن Prayer To The Wound In The Shoulder

His presence sent a shiver down my spine as he remarked on my still-bleeding wound. Realization dawned on me as i glanced down at my shoulder, where the wound still lingered. Shit, I forgot. Before I could react, Kallias leaned in, his warm breath brushing against my skin as he dragged his tongue across the open wound. Sensations surged through my body, causing me to stumble in surprise. He caught me, his strong grip steadying me as I regained my balance. I watched in awe as the wound on my shoulder miraculously disappeared, leaving behind only a faint tingling sensation.

“Bear with it a little longer.” “Okay.” I said in a whisper. “Bring your hands here.” He instructed me, bringing my hands to his shoulder which I gingerly did. Before I could pull away from his shoulder, I felt the wound burnt by the medicine again and my body tilted forward. My head rested on his shoulder and my hand crumpled the shirt he was now wearing.

Not missing the opportunity of its weak moment, I gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands tightly, ready to strike once again when a pain so deep and so numbing birthed itself into my left shoulder that I dropped my sword entirely and with a roar, eyes gluing themselves shut; I fell to the softened ground, grass around me swishing outward with the impact, and what felt like needle pricks spread through my body like there was no tomorrow. Another bite in the shoulder appeared, but slightly to the left, like the bastard what trying to just gnaw at my body instead of ripping into me as if I were the prized ham at Christmas; I couldn’t move a muscle as it’s poison seeped through me and I w

“Everyone, pray with me.” “Plas forgyf us ure gyltas. Goryz lytus uxzel. Nom gyre, nom ryfm, zyr ryfm,” the priestess and the witnesses chanted. It was a plea to the goddess to intercede with the oldest of our spirits to release William and me from our bond. “Ah, ah, ah,” Diana moaned, and I gasped as her pain flooded my mind. It felt like something was being torn from my soul.

They wore down so quickly, sapped of energy from injury or strain. Pulling himself together, he pressed his hands together in prayer, looking up to the heavens with a long intake of breath, filling his lungs with the pure air. "I am open, I am in peace in this house I have built for my worship. Great Atum, grant me the sweet breath which dwelleth in my lungs as I embrace thy throne. Give me strength to keep watch over your children. I grow and they grow, I liveth as they liveth and my breath will be their breath. Give them the power to feel the company and shield of the Gods."

I close my eyes again as I take a deep breath in and let it out with a sigh, slipping off my sandals and allowing my feet to touch the raw earth, I close my eyes and whisper into the air around me. “I call the ancients of my bloodline, Help me heal this pain, I call the ancients of my bloodline, Intertwine your power with mine, I call the ancients of my bloodline, Flesh to flesh Bone to bone. I call to the Ancients of my bloodline, Please, hear me… Help me heal, Heal them true…”

May my touch be a source of healing energy, and may my presence bring peace to his soul. Heal all his pain and grant him the strength to overcome this challenge. Let my love be a beacon of hope in his darkest moments. Let him survive this ordeal and emerge stronger than ever before. Heal him completely, body and soul, so that he may live a long and healthy life filled with joy and happiness.

Douglas was a little hesitant but he held Miriam’s hands, similar to me and we formed a circle. “Father in the name of Jesus Christ, we come before you this evening praying for one of us who is not with us here, Ken. Father may you extend your healing arm to him, oh Lord. We know that you are a faithful God, dear everlasting father, we know that you love us, you would not want us to suffer. Dear father, see how miserable we are in the absence of Ken. Father, touch him, heal him, save him from the hands of the evil one, do not give the devil a chance to triumph. Show your glory and honor oh Father, show your Mercy upon him, touch Ken’s health wherever he is, heal him. Father, we know that you

He closed his eyes and began to speak softly, his words filled with hope and faith. "Dear gods of my ancestors, I pray that you will heal my dear mate and companion. She is a brave warrior who has fought for our kingdom with all her heart and soul. She has suffered greatly, and I ask that you ease her pain and restore her health. Please guide the hands of the physicians who are caring for her and give them the wisdom to provide the best treatment possible. I pray that you will give her the strength to overcome this trial and emerge stronger than ever before. Please watch over her and protect her, and bring her back to us soon."

“God—” My hand flew to my temple, fingers pressing hard like I could hold my head together, like it wasn’t about to split open. The movement tugged at something else, and a sharp, tearing ache ripped through my shoulder. “Holy shit!“ I cussed under my breath, gripping my shoulder. The ache slowly spread from my shoulder down my arm in a hot, throbbing wave, stealing the strength from my fingers. My arm sagged uselessly at my side, heavy and wrong.