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

' I placed my hands on his chest and murmured the healing spell. Although I never had the ability to use healing magic. My mana was of destructive nature still I tried to summon the healing spells. After countless tries, in the twentieth try a golden light beam shimmered through my palms. " ARGH, it's consuming much of my mana...' My jaws clenched in endurance of continuous mana consumption. Loren's body returned back to normal while his wounds started healing leaving no scars. I moved my hands to his forehead and then down to his waist, thighs and legs. There was not a single spot where he was not wounded. There was a deep cut in his right thighs.

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

"Stay with me, Astrid." "I'm… I'm here," I managed to gasp, though it felt like the lie it was. Every breath was a struggle, every heartbeat a hammer against my ribs. "Hold on," Meredith urged, her voice strained with worry. She guided me to the ground, cradling my head in her lap. Her hands moved over me, glowing with the soft, blue light of her healing magic. "I'm going to fix this." The light seeped into me, bringing a brief respite from the pain. But it wasn't enough. The wounds ran too deep, the damage too extensive. Meredith's magic, powerful as it was, couldn't heal everything.

She looked at me with her captivating eyes. "Your turn, Alpha," she said. My inner wolf growled in pleasure at her words. I made my way over to where she was sitting and sat down in front of her. The only major wound I had endured during the battle was a single scratch across my cheek. She lifted her warm hand and placed it over the cut. "Lux remedium," she whispered softly. A warm tingle replaced the burn on my cheek. Her eyes never left mine as I felt the healing magic penetrate my skin, soothing it. We stayed there for long moments after the tingling magic had faded away looking into each other's eyes.

The room fell into a tense silence as I couldn't hear what was behind the walls anymore. My mates' faces morphed into anguish and rage. Fear gripped my heart. I prayed with all my heart as I sobbed. I couldn't open my eyes afraid of what Markus could do with them. He used forbidden magic, he would not fight fair. Taking a deep breath, I summoned the healing power to help heal my wounds. Markus was wrong. My healing would not take long. Drawing upon the gift bestowed to me by the Moon Goddess, I focused my energy on mending my wounds. Words unknown to me left like whispers of nature.

said Matthew. “Well said,” Yuki supported. “O-oh, okay. Just hold on a sec.” Cecilia gently placed her hand on Yuki and casted a healing spell. “[Light Healing]” A soft green light flowed from Cecilia’s hand and into Yuki’s body. Yuki glowed slightly green for a moment before it was gone. “There.” “Fuu~ Thank you. Hngh~” Yuki stretched her stiff body that was just healed. She did not feel any pain anymore. “Alright, now I’m back baby!”

She thought he might be in shock. Quickly enveloping the injured hand between the palms of her hands, she called forth her healing magic, struggling to force the image of the gruesome injury from her mind and replacing it with a picture of a normal, healthy hand. It took a moment longer than usual, but finally she felt the familiar healing warmth and saw the golden glow that told her the healing was taking place.

All that matters is keeping her alive, no matter the cost. Without hesitation, I begin to chant the ancient healing spell, the words of my ancestral enchantress echoing instinctively in my mind. I feel the magic pulse through me, weak and wavering, but still present. Beams of golden light form from my fingers and stretch toward Aria's wound, spreading across her skin like a web of life. The spell is powerful, but limited. It was designed to heal injuries in transformed lycans, broken bones, bruises—not deep cuts like this. Still, it is all I have. The magic spreads across her body, but I sense that it is not enough. Her face remains pale, her veins standing out, blue and purple, as though de

Seeing me approach, she backed off, launching a new wave of attacks in my direction. “You shouldn't have come here,” Heather growled, her eyes filled with a dangerous glint. “You've destroyed me!” Her words were like poison, dripping with malice. With a swift motion, she unleashed her light magic. Even with the amulet's magic, I struggled to adjust to its power. It was new, and I wasn't quick enough to dodge her attack. A sharp pain surged through me as her spell hit its mark.

Every step forward seemed to take me nowhere at all. I stumbled and fell to my knees, my chest heaving as sobs tore through me. The futility of it all crashed over me like a wave, drowning me in despair. The last thing I remembered was trying to heal that little girl. I remembered her mother's desperate gratitude, the way color had started returning to the child's pale cheeks. Then everything had gone horribly wrong. Blood had poured from my nose, my healing magic had turned dark and twisted, and the little girl had died in convulsions.