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

“I don’t think I can.” “Yes, you can, Willow. Forget everything you think your father taught you about your abilities.” I stare at her nasty wound. Well, here goes nothing. I hover my hand over hers, concentrating, wishing her healed. The magic gallops through my veins, and a white light explodes from me, enveloping the high priestess, temporarily blinding me. When it clears, and I can see her again, she is holding up her fully healed hand, a huge smile on her face. “See?”

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

But, for a reason of me being so weak, it's so difficult to kill it, yet my peers could easily eliminate these monsters. If I couldn't manage to kill this one, how could someone like me become a strong Magician in the future? Right now, all my peers already at level 2 and above. Yet I'm stuck at level 0. What a shame. No, I don't care about shame anymore. The most important to me now is to earn money, to buy medicine, in order to cure my sister's illness. If only I learned an attack magic skill. But too bad, I've got a self-healing magic skill instead. This magic couldn't even be of use to aid my sister's illness. And no one wants me at their party, because my skill is useless to the group.

I ordered as I backed up and looked at him. He had to do it perfect. Within seconds he had the magic coming out of the book. I watched as Black-ish blue light flowed into his hand. I had never seen dark magic used from this book so I had to remind myself I needed to concentrate and keep us connected. I just had to pray that our soul bond didn't mend itself because of this.

Strange creatures, magi. "Well?" I ask after several moments of her turning my arm over and tracing over the scars. "I don't think there's much I can do. The damage looks done. Magi weapons. . . They're a harsh thing, my dear." I nod, my hopes deflating. She seems to see this, catching my eyes. "But I will try, okay?" I nod. She holds out her palm, a ball of glowing light forming in her palm. My eyes widen as the ball continues to grow. "This might sting." She lifts her hand up, pressing it to my shoulder. I gasp, biting my lip. Sting is an understatement.

“Observe in the other room how they use the healing shadow magic for burns, it is time you learn. Emre’s burn damage is deep. They need full concentration.” Mete shot me one last, murderous look before spinning on his heel and stalking out of the room. I exhaled, a long, slow breath of relief, and turned back to the bed. The two agents standing by the door remained as still as statues, their ironed suits reflecting the sterile hospital lights. Mehmet raised his hands over Manolya’s wrist. A soft, pulsing green light began to flow from his palms, the purest form of healing shadow magic. But as the light touched the mark, the result was catastrophic.

I held in a scream as the chains at my wrists started to melt. My magic didn’t cause the heat that melted them, my magic wasn’t hot. It was more like a creeping mist that canceled out the light magic that made the chains. The melting burning agony was a side effect of the dying light trying to fight for its life. The mist swirled around my wounded wrists, healing them. I tilted my head, confused by this turn of events, how could dark magic heal?

When she had finished applying the paste to the wounds, she rose to her feet, took the spell book in her hands, and began reciting the spell. "Healing light of the moon goddess, bring forth your light and heal the injured." Serena said and nothing happened the first time. "Healing light of the moon goddess, bring forth your light and heal the injured," she said the second time. Nothing happened, she said it a third time, "Healing light of the moon goddess, bring forth your light and heal the injured." Nothing happened again. "Healing light of the moon goddess, bring forth your light and heal the injured," she said one more time. Nothing happened at first, but as Serena was about to put the b

I said "There's no doubt about this lena, I am sure by now you know only two things can heal someone that fast, the light that comes from you and dark magic, the light that comes from you has no aftereffects, no repercussions, of course, light is good, but darkness my dear has an after effect. If Adrian has been healed by this dark magic, I am afraid you have limited time to save him before the darkness consumes him." Joey said "What do you mean by that" I asked, confused about the whole thing she had just said "

"You just said that the debuff is dark magic..." "... Dear, I know, what I mean is that there is creation magic and it is derived from it. Heals and debuffs are derived from light and dark magic, they aren't that dangerous, but pure creation magic can and will affect you. You used pure dark magic twice and the second time you would have turned a boy into a corpse if that guy hadn't hit him." "Sounds like me but doesn't sound familiar... So what do you want? I don't even remember what you're saying and I've never seen darkness... This kind of darkness in us."