Novel & Cerita Spectral Bound Chest

He put his palms together and chanted the words he knew would bring the goddess, shouting her name at this time of the night would not do him any good he didn’t want any unnecessary attention neither did he want the goddess blasting him with her powers against the wall again. As he chanted he felt a warmth in his chest, no cold or hot air blew, just a warmth that turned hotter in his chest and the more he chanted the more his heat increased until his heart felt like it was going to burst through his chest. He stopped chanting and gasped, holding his chest in his hands as his breath came out heavy and thick. He tried to move his lips to continue with the chant but they would not move, the ski

“You’ll feel dreadful for several days, but the cook already decided what soups everyone will be forced to consume, so your chances are excellent.” Despite myself, my mouth twitched faintly. Then his expression grew more serious. “The ache in your chest isn’t related to the illness.” My fingers curled instinctively against the blanket. “It’s your wolf spirit,” he continued. “She’s trying to establish herself properly.” I glanced down toward my sternum where the ache sat now, dull and warm beneath the fever. “That hurts?” “It can.” He folded his hands together loosely. “Especially under your circumstances.” “Meaning the bond.” I stated.

But nothing. I sat by her side, elbows on knees, hands clasped, every few seconds glancing at the steady rise and fall of her chest. Her breathing was easier now. Not great, not like herself, but better. The healer had said her spiritual tether was still fragile. She said she would wake fully by dawn as long as no one disturbed her. "Her spiritual tether is like glass right now," she'd said. . That had to count for something. She also said that pushing her awake too soon could unravel her from her body again. She was fragile... easy to fracture.

Something more like pressure — the specific pressure of a space that had been compressed for a long time beginning, incrementally, to expand. Sable listened with her eyes closed and her hands folded on the desk. "Duration," she said. "Two seconds. Maybe three." "Location." "Centre of my chest. Just below the sternum." Lyra kept her voice clinical. She had found that clinical helped with Sable — removed the interference of hope or anxiety from the information, let the data be just data. "And then—" She paused. Sable opened her eyes. "And then." "The base of my spine. For less than a second." She met Sable's gaze. "I know what those points correspond to in your assessment framework."

Derek explains plainly, "Your chest discomfort is unique to your build. It is primarily due to your well-endowed chest causing excessive weight and pressure on your lungs, especially when your quick temper makes your heart race. The only solution is to control your anger, focus on relaxation techniques, or undergo a flesh-reduction surgery to slightly decrease the... size of your breasts." Cora falls completely silent, looking at Derek with a heavy hint of shock in her eyes. His diagnosis was identical to her grandfather's—the most renowned Supreme Healer in the Beacon Moon Territory and the founder of the Hale family's medical legacy.

"Have you felt compelled to defend Alpha Thorne when you otherwise wouldn't?" "I defend him because I chose him. Not because the bond forced me." Dr. Chen looked at me over her glasses. "The distinction isn't always clear, Miss Hart." She stood and pulled out a stethoscope. Checked my heart rate. My breathing. My blood pressure. Made notes after each test, but her expression stayed carefully neutral. Then she pulled out a small device that looked like a scanner. "This measures bond resonance." She held it near my chest. It beeped. Numbers appeared on a small screen.

I don’t know how to react though but I still managed to smile at her, letting her know that I’m slightly confused. She sighed before talking. “Let me talk to your parents later. There is something they need to know, something that they should’ve done years ago. You’re a special girl Crystal. I know you know what I’m talking about.” She left me dumbfounded. What was that? I don’t know what she’s talking about and now it bothers me. Is it something to worry about? I felt my heart clench a little when I remembered that Nana Alona can read a person’s ability without looking at their sign. She knows that I’m not just a mere Black wizard and I’m far more than that because of my ice powers. I gentl

His chest was going up and down in rhythm. This is trouble!

I tell him. I move to Xander’s other side and scoop the rest of the salve onto his hip. It also begins bubbling, the skin becoming angry and red. I move back to Xander’s shoulder. This wound is the greatest concern because it is closest to his heart and brain, the two areas where the spell can do the most damage.