Skyrim The Only Cure Novels & Stories

“Poetic. Love that for me.” Mira’s voice cracks. “There’s a cure, right? Tell me there’s a cure.” Rowan doesn’t look up from grinding herbs with a mortar that’s older than all of us. “There is exactly one. Fresh blood from the living wolf who shares the cursed line. Has to be willingly given under the full moon, mixed with winterbloom, moonglow, and the tears of a virgin, which we are fresh out of.” Kaelin, back and panting, slams the door. “Define ‘shares the cursed line.’ Because we’re a little short on royal cousins right now.”

I growled at her and she shuddered, dropping her head in guilt. "I am sorry. I just feel weak since I used some of my energy in healing myself," she said and Lucian sighed. I knew she was lying. It was obvious. "What is the cure?" Lucian asked and she took a deep breath, glancing at me before parting her lips to speak. "The one who brought the ancient silver sword is the one with the cure. It is always stored in a black bottle. It was created when the blade was crafted," she said and looked at Valerie, pursing her lips in anger.

Even the Elder Council in the Capital had once summoned her to treat an important figure. The stone was real. But I shook my head. Charles snorted. "See? I told you she was a liar." Victoria’s expression soured, while my father and stepmother adamantly refused to let Quinn marry a crippled wolf with no future. But Charles spoke again, his tone infused with a chilling confidence. "I've already found a cure. Once I'm healed, I'll be back at the company." "If Quinn marries me, she'll want for nothing." Quinn nodded emphatically. "That's right, Mom, Dad. I know a powerful healer who can definitely cure Charles."

"If all you can bring is gloom and doom, then get thee gone!" Pride and indignation stiffened the healer's back. "Milord-" "Nay! I'll have none of it! We'll not be killing her! She won't be dying!" "Perhaps the Rom might know of some cure," Lydia suggested softly. The healer sniffed disdainfully. "I assure you, milady, the Rom know nothing of the sort. If I tell you there is no cure, you may rest assured that none could heal her. That vagrant band of cutthroats, cheats, and lightfingers cer-mainly couldn't" The old healer broke off abruptly at the Hawk's dark look.

"I can't believe it. After all this time..." I wrapped her in a tight embrace, savoring the warmth of her presence. "I know, Sabrina," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "It's been a long and difficult journey, but we finally have hope." Pulling away, I met Sabrina's gaze with unwavering determination. "The shaman told me that the cure lies in a Blood Ruby, a gemstone that comes from the frozen blood of a witch," I explained, my voice steady despite the weight of the revelation. "I have to find this gem, crush it, and drink it to break the curse."

I can’t break my concentration because the ritual has to be completed. I turn back to Dylan. And right then, the golden light flares once, nearly blinding my eyes again before it suddenly vanishes. The ritual is complete. For a moment, Dylan doesn’t move. My bleeding palm is still hovering over his face. He is not moving. Not breathing. “Dylan?” I shake him slightly. “Dylan can you hear—” He suddenly gasps. The cure worked on him! His eyes snap open and he drags in a huge breath, coughing and choking.

Even in pain, one should live, live is a blessing, something my mother couldn’t have. She died, my father died, so I am not a fan of death at all, I don’t want people around die, I don’t. “There is no cure, Aurora.” Arthur muttered. “The primordial made this poison, of course there is no cure outside their world.” I paused, my body couldn’t move and froze at its place. The soul sorcerers, they must have the cure---, I looked at Arthur and then shifted my gaze at Zeus lying unconscious on the bed.

“What if I tell you that I have found a way?” My eyes narrowed as I looked at him apprehensively. “What do you mean?” “My sources tell me about a cure in the Ashen Claw Pack. A cure that could cure the lupine sickness, to heal your weak brother.” “How... how is that possible? Everyone knows fully well that the Ashen Claw Pack is a barren wasteland!” “It is.” Father nodded blankly. “But in the volcanic minerals of Ashen Claw, a cure has been found. You could retrieve it yourself, Selene. The power to heal your brother rests with you now.”

He was a useless good-for-nothing, but he still fantasized about marrying Xena. Just because of that prenuptial agreement? He was craving for what he was not worthy of! Even Jordan alone could easily take on an army of Felixes. "I'm here to visit Mr. Summers Senior. Is Xena here?" Felix asked. He had come over because Louie had obtained a Grimflower and delivered it to his villa. Felix verified that it was indeed genuine and came over immediately. After treating it with acupuncture techniques, the Grimflower could stop the Phantom Poison from spreading in Curtis' body. Once the nine other herbs were collected, treatment would be easier. It would be highly beneficial for him in the future as

"As stated in the letter, my son fell ill, an illness which we had never seen before. It turns out it had to do with rejecting his mate in the way it happened. We were advised to seek help from the Elves in which we did–" Kain scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Werewolves like you going over to the Elves? You've got some nerve." The insult wasn't lost among the wolves. They knew he had just insulted their race. Rasmus bit his tongue to prevent him from saying something offensive. "We found out that the only cure is Elora. The girl we sold to you." A vein popped in Kain’s forehead just as a servant walked in with a pitcher and cups. It contained the drinks he had ordered. He placed them on a table