The Wrong Way To Use Healing Magic Light Novel Novels & Stories

I could feel my magic stirring under my skin, restless and angry, like it knew I was broken and wanted to fix it. "Don't be stupid, Sutton," I muttered to myself. "Using magic here is a terrible idea." But terrible ideas were kind of my specialty lately. I took a breath and let the magic rise. It came easier than usual, probably because my body was screaming for help. Green light sparked at my fingertips, soft at first, then brighter. I pressed my hands against my wrapped legs, trying to channel the healing energy the way my mother had taught me before everything went to hell. The light spread across the bandages like water, warm and humming and for a second, it felt amazing. The pain dulled

(Alfred) He solemnly thanking me with a deep bow. Looking at my bleeding forearm and the mark that was carved on it, he then slowly clean my the mark and cast a healing spell on it. "Hmm?…you can use a healing magic?..". "Yes Young Master…I am quite versatile in every practice…the limitation saying that only a certain type of people can learn light or healing magic was nothing but a bull crap spread by those insolent Church of Light....". (Alfred) "I see…we still need to repair this city though…not only the infrastructure…but also the magic system of it…by the way..where is the control center of this thing?..".

If Aisha was a whirlwind, Colin was like a gentle sea breeze. We only turned on the light by the counter, and its pale-yellow glow drew my attention to the healing runes that showed through his unbuttoned pajama top. I knew he hadn’t fully recovered yet, but I didn’t know he was still in magical bandages. Healing a person’s physical injuries through magic can only be instantaneous for simple things like bruises and scratches. This is because healing magic simply speeds up the body’s natural response to injuries, and the more complex and extensive the injury is, the more taxing it is on the body. For life-threatening injuries like Colin’s, time is required since healing him all at once will e

Most packs don't have healers with magical power. Hayley's face was solemn. She spun around the room in a slow circle, thinking of what to do next. Everyone was murmuring. All she was hearing were people complaining about how she was a good for nothing healer. Someone even said she is a scam. How was it you did a hundred good for people and the one time you cannot help then you become a bad person? Hayley felt something surge through her. She remembered how her brother had died at her hand while trying to treat him. She remembered her vow to never let another person die at her hand. Hayley's hand began to give off a flickering low glow of white light. She placed her hand over the woman's nec

However, Aizu remained at Golden's side all the time after the accident, and she was sure that no one healed Golden; the only option was that Golden had used healing magic by himself. "Can you use healing magic?" Aizu thought about who Golden's sister was, and the fact that Golden could use healing magic became less weird. Golden couldn't use healing magic. He could only heal himself with his Passive Skill, but that wasn't very different from using healing magic to oneself from an outsider's point of view. "I'm only able to regenerate myself, so I'm not able to heal you, sorry. However, I was telling the truth I can help you to meet my sister, and she will heal you."

The man was nearly unconscious, his breathing unsteady, and I could sense his life slowly slipping away. I bent down to the ground, murmuring spells to myself. I touched my hand to his chest, rubbing over it, and he stirred. As I worked on the man, they all watched me. I took my fingers over his thigh, pressing my palm to the wound, and instantly, dark magic surged from it. The court erupted in gasps as the man coughed, black liquid spurting from between his lips. I took in a deep breath and twisted my fingers, summoning the energies of healing. I pressed my palm over the wound. The man jerked up, a scream coming from him as the wound began to close. The darkness faded into redness, the fles

For someone that he hardly related with, he sure had a lot to hate him for. Perhaps, Glovia had told him all that had transpired between them. He grinned evilly at the thought. If that was true, then her punishment kept adding up. Whatever happens between them was to remain between them, but obviously, she didn't know that. His hand lit up in purple light, and he gently brought it to his wounds. Using his magic powers, he slowly began to heal himself. Only those who had the highest power were taught this technique and even then, not all were able to grasp the knowledge.

Chapter 177: The Cost of Healing AVELINE'S POV Silver light exploded from my hands. Not the controlled magic I'd been learning. This was raw, primal, everything I had burning through me at once. The corruption fought back. Black against silver, darkness against light, death against life. I pushed harder. Felt my magic tear through the corruption like it was nothing, burning it away, purging it from Thorne's system. 'Mom,' I thought desperately. 'Mom, if any part of you can still hear me, I need help. Please.'

Bima is the academy's bottom-feeder with a useless magic attribute, obsessed only with learning healing arts to save his sick sister. He has no idea that the academy's golden boy, Kirill, is pathologically obsessed with him—and his 'useless' magic is actually the catalyst for a brewing magical disaster.

The way the light flings around is making my eyes spin. I'm not the only one that was affected by the only light source that was flying around. Kronos, Blaze, and August had to cover their eyes from the light. "Kuroyuki!" I screamed. "Save the grip for later! The light…!" "…My bad." She then released Persia after apologising. As soon as Kuroyuki released her, the light source became stable. "S-Soigner…!" (H-Heal…!) After Persia casts her healing magic for about two seconds— it was immediately dispelled.