The Christ Cure Novels & Stories

asked Ethan after a long pause. "I'll make the recipe. And I'll also be waiting here to schedule a medical examination for Miss Russell while you go to the pharmacy," said Anthony. Ethan nodded in understanding. Next, he turned his head towards William. Want to find out the response of the owner of this room. But in fact the man seemed not to care about anything. "This is the recipe," said Anthony while giving Ethan the recipe that had to be redeemed. Ethan accepted then immediately greeted the pharmacy. "Are you feeling better, Miss Russell? Is it still hard to breathe?" Anthony asked Leona.

“Oh, yes, this is a good batch. Who needs the Gono Elixir?” “A friend. This will cure her, right?” “Oh, yes, if you can convince her to take it. It’s actually potent; all venereal diseases are cured with this elixir, and it’s extremely fast working.” Thursday morning, Blake awoke. He had spent a few hours preparing Claire’s treatment in the small world and successfully creating the elixir; he returned to his suite. Getting out of bed, Blake prepared breakfast for Tabitha and himself. “Tabitha, I’ll say that the cure came from you researching home remedies,” Blake said over his meal.

I would rather have her to myself, but I'm not cold enough to deny her the mate of her second chance in life, the father to her pups. I grab a spare office, working with the healer in order to find out if this cure in question will actually work. I have a dirty, bloody bandage left over from Ryan and we add a drop or two to the bloody spots, waiting to see if anything happens under the microscope that will show the cure trying to fight the infection. The healer jolts back from the microscope, shaking his head rapidly. "That's not good." "What's wrong? What did it do?" "The cure isn't some antibiotic, it's some kind of molding aspect to the blood. It's changing to molecules completely, not ju

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

I loved Ric with all my heart and I always hoped that one day he would love me too. When we first kissed in the hospital bed, I thought I was delusional. I thought it had all been a dream, after all I was very drugged with so many drugs. But the second time, on the beach, I thought I was going to faint from happiness. I was so accomplished that I had already made all the plans in my head. I really wanted to marry Ric, but I didn't know if he was on the same wavelength as me. That's why I went to talk to Dr. Marcondes. I told him how much I loved his son. We talked for hours and when I told him I had taken a course in reiki and meditation to treat illness, he was very interested. We agreed to

he shrugs. "You did something about them? I mean they don't seem like stupid ones. You don't realize how worse your condition gets each time you have them", I say. He aggressively rearranges the books. "I did and I have the cure too. It's just sometimes I fail to get the cure and they get worse", he says. "What is that?" He mumbles something too hard to understand. "Huh?" "Go to bed, Chrisanna. You were sleepy. Remember?" he shrugs.

My curse is spreading faster now. I had to hide this as much as I could. For days now, I still haven't found a possible explanation as to what exactly triggered the curse in me. I was only able to find some herbs in a medicine book that treat acute anxiety problems. I might as well start with that first. As I feverishly flipped through the pages of an old tome, I stumbled upon a chapter titled "The Cure of Hera." The name made my heart race as it caught my attention. I skimmed through it, searching for anything relevant to my symptoms.

Relief flooded me so hard my knees nearly gave out. “Hey,” he said softly when he saw me. “I’m okay.” I rushed to his side anyway, gripping his hand. “You scared me.” “I know,” he murmured. The doctor entered moments later, holding a clipboard. His expression was serious, professional. “We ran additional tests,” he said. “And the results are consistent with what we found last time.” Damon stiffened. “The poison?” “Yes,” the doctor replied. “It’s a chemical compound called Pure. Highly toxic in its undiluted form. In small doses, it causes dizziness, fainting, cardiac irregularities.”

If he doesn’t find a cure soon, he’ll die. “And what type of sickness?” I asked obscurely. “From what I heard, there were strange traces on his chest and arms but they were suddenly cured overnight,” Hendrix replied. “Strange traces on his chest?” I said out loud. This curse is taking effect very fast. If Damon doesn’t find the cure very soon even the moon goddess won’t be able to save him. “You’ve been sitting in this room all day, Master! Why don’t we go out for some scones? I’m tired of sitting inside all day,” Hendrix lamented.

"You are a sick, twisted monster." My mother glared at me. The doctor frowned and recommended genetic testing, suspecting a rare disease. My mother only sneered. "Rare disease? She's mentally warped. She fakes being sick to get attention!" The noon sun blazed overhead. I huddled under the shade canopy, trembling violently, clutching my collar shut. Then my mother shoved the canopy aside and overturned it. She tore off my long coat and pushed me down onto the scorching sand. The intense UV rays seared through my skin in an instant. Huge blisters swelled up along my arms, then burst one after another. My mother stood there, revulsion all over her face. "Iris, have you no shame left at all, fak