Redo Of Healer Blade Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hehe, after he's dead, we'll continue to rub salt in the wounds of those in the Celestial Realm!" Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Severin stood firm and wielded the Oculus Blade in a desperate bid to fend off Gyddur's relentless assault. Oblivious to the fact that everyone regarded him as good as dead, he glanced at Gyddur with a solemn, albeit impatient, demeanor. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining his green robe like macabre blossoms on a tree.

"We'll discuss this further tomorrow." They nodded, leaving one by one. As the door closed behind them, I found myself moving toward the healer's hut before I'd made a conscious decision to do so. The healer's hut was quiet when I arrived, the scent of medicinal herbs heavy in the air. The elderly healer looked up as I entered, her hands busy preparing some herbal mixture. "Alpha," she acknowledged with a respectful nod. "How is she?" I asked. "The wound is deep, Alpha. The blade punctured muscle and nearly reached her lung. The blood loss alone would keep her unconscious, but there was also a wolf bane on the blade."

For being my father's mate, she had a good life up until the attack. The attack happened after my first shift, which had me thinking that the attack has got something to do with me and my abilities. I can heal without losing my wolf strength because my wolf is her own entity and I am me but we work better together. When I heal, I drain my human body and then Xena, my wolf replenishes my body with the desired amount I need to go on with my life until my body heals. I walk out of my room to the kitchen, hoping to catch my mother before she goes for her morning walk.

“No, that’s bullshit. He’s a Lycan. He doesn’t just...he doesn’t just die.” The attorney stepped forward. “The poison was designed to burn through his regeneration. It was… ancient. Forbidden.” Scarlet shook her head violently. “No. You’re lying. You’re all lying.” Blade reached for her, but she slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me.” Her legs buckled anyway. Blade caught her before she hit the floor, hauling her against his chest as her body betrayed her completely. The tears came then...hot, choking, ugly.

"That's deep. Very deep." "Below the ward stones. Where screams don't carry except through your bond." Her young face hardened with old rage. "I clean those cells. I've seen what they do." She pulled out something else—a knife wrapped in phoenix-white cloth. Even sheathed, it hummed with power that made my corrupted fire recoil. "What is that?" "A blade forged from phoenix tears. The tears Lyra shed the night she died." Rhea unwrapped it carefully. The metal looked like crystallized sorrow, beautiful and terrible. "The only weapon that can truly kill another phoenix. No resurrection, no essence preservation. Complete ending."

If he was a witch, he shouldn’t be able to survive my attack. One of them, the healer finally showed up with blazing red eyes. She came at me with a blade, slicing through the air with inhuman speed. I barely had time to twist away and the blade a thin line across my flank. It was very painful but I didn’t stop. Another hunter, as I have believed them to be, this one with twisted, monstrous limbs, charged at me from the side. Her claw cut through the air but I was faster. I sank my teeth into her arm, the taste of her blood was very foul as I tore through flesh and bone. I would not die here!

The three of them looked at each other for explanation but none of them understood what was going on. “Now, to successfully kill me. Someone who was born on a night of a full moon eclipse, needs to drive this knife through my heart! I could not destroy the damned knife, so I altered the spell. I could not bear to leave this lethal weapon out in the world that would kill me. Did I forget to mention that?” he growled angrily. He stood up quickly and pulled the knife out. As they watched in surprise, his wounds began to heal.

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

I struggled for air as my feet left the ground. A certain part of his other hand tensed, making his fingernails grow. He slashed through my body, twice on both sides. The pain was so overwhelming that I let out a scream. A mixture of blood and flesh was dripping on Blade’s fingernails. I started to feel a burning sensation on my torso, as an x-shaped wound started to appear. He then threw me to the side before howling in victory. “I wanted so bad to send you to Sheol but I wouldn’t. Not yet. Not until you see your beloved foster daughter die a slow and agonizing death.” I saw him heave a sigh of relief before raising his fingernails to his mouth and licking it.

I let out a sob of relief, feeling the weight of the night lifting off my shoulders, as the healer continued, "However, as you know, enchanted obsidian dark blades are quite often lethal, and because of that, he will still need time to gain back his strength. He will most likely feel much weaker than normal, but with time and rest, he will make a full recovery. The witch healer Delilah and young Master Eliath were immensely beneficial in stopping the wound from worsening." As I sat by Tyler's side, watching him sleep, I couldn't help but feel grateful for our bond. Without it, I wouldn't have been able to feel the pain he was going through. I also wouldn't have known the extent of his injuri