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

We raised our hands high, channeling our magic into a single, concentrated beam of light aimed directly at the sorceress. "Now!" I shouted, releasing our combined magic. The beam shot forth, a brilliant arc of light that cut through the darkness like a beacon. The sorceress's eyes widened in shock as our magic struck her, and for a brief moment, the chaos around us seemed to pause. But just as victory seemed within reach, Baddy reared back, unleashing a torrent of dark energy in a desperate attempt to shield the sorceress. The collision of our magic and his darkness was catastrophic, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

"But only with light!" Elyria raised both hands, her ancient power surging. Golden healing magic erupted around the room. Seraphina instinctively joined her, stepping up as Mother and First Healer. Two streams of brilliant golden light became one. The palace filled with overwhelming warmth. Flowers burst violently through the cracked stone, and the Voidborn shrieked as its shadows began to retreat. "It's working!" Kael yelled. Then, the creature changed tactics. Instead of attacking, it looked directly past the line of defense at Aiden.

His eyes flashed crimson and his palm pulsed with light as he brought it to my arms. “Lord Dis, no. The healing your magic demands would push her body beyond its ability, sapping days, if not weeks, from her life. Mortals need time to heal properly, through natural means, which I can provide,” he said firmly, setting strange vials, a First Aid kit, and huge leather-bound tome beside my head. “Damien, I didn't hire you as an apothecary. Stand aside, and let me heal the fool.”

Levi’s POV We all settle into seats in the small living area. Jamari curled up beneath Kenji’s arm on the couch while I kneeled beside my Father to look over his injuries. “Who did this to you?” I ask him as I summon up power to heal his wounds. Purple light flows from my fingers, shining brightly with a golden hue. Surprise flits across my Father’s face as he watches my healing magic flow into him, healing the wounds he’s not able to heal thanks to the magical shield around the cabin. I’ve never attempted to heal anyone before so the sight of the purple magic leaving my body catches me off guard.

“What do you mean why? You’re bleeding! The smell of your blood is making me dizzy and you don’t do anything about your injuries. Can’t you heal yourself with magic? I’ll call the pack doctor then. I had enough.” I was upset. It wasn’t weird for Hunter to get mad at me, but this time, he had a point. I didn’t know how to do it, I just put my right hand on one of the wounds on my arm, thinking of healing it just as my brother had done with my friend. I watched with satisfaction as it began to slowly disappear. Yule Dominique made me more and more friends with magic, as if it were something natural for me to use it. Hunter was looking at me seriously, trying to see past my calm façade.

"I certainly can't just stay here. Like you, I will also be a help to this war." He made me almost lose my temper! I pulled his body and forced him to sit back down. "Alright, then let me help to ease the wound on your shoulder. I'm not sure I can heal it completely, but I can make it better." I unwrapped the bandage on Zaire's shoulder. Putting an inch of space between my hand and his shoulder. A golden light enveloped my body for a moment. When I came back from the first healing magic spell I practiced, I made a small cough.

I couldn’t just sit around and suffer while Ariel held all the power. I went straight to my room, ignoring the worried looks from my mates. As soon as I was alone, I pulled out my spellbook and flipped through the pages. There had to be something in here. Some kind of healing spell. Some way to reduce the pain, at the very least. I whispered an incantation, pressing my hand to the burn. A faint golden light flickered beneath my fingertips, and for a second, I thought it was working. Then the pain intensified tenfold.

Too deep. I forced myself to calm down, closing my eyes again to summon the energy for a healing spell. The familiar pull of magic coursed through me, but it felt darker this time, heavier. My voice was steady, commanding the energy to bind her wounds and restore her strength. A faint glow surrounded her, and I could feel the magic working, stitching her back together When I opened my eyes, the wounds on her neck were gone, her features soft and peaceful. But then I saw it. My mark was still there, but something was wrong. Black veins snaked outward from it like tiny, twisted roots. My stomach tightened. What the hell was that?

“The healing ritual requires all four aspects. Now!” A dome of pure Alpha power shimmered around us as Zane maintained a protective barrier, keeping Azrael's forces at bay. Through our mate bond, I felt his agony. The silence where his twin bond should be was driving him to the edge of sanity. “His vitals are crashing,” Victor's clinical voice barely masked his concern as he appeared with his medical kit. “The curse is spreading too fast.” Elara materialized on Kane's other side, her hands already glowing with healing magic. “Regular healing won't work. This is old magic. Blood magic.”

A foul scent crept in, acrid and bitter—black magic fighting back. Florita’s hand hovered above Livia’s chest, glowing faintly with golden light. “Come forth,” she hissed, her voice vibrating with command. “Show yourself!” Livia’s body arched suddenly, a scream tearing from her throat as black smoke seeped out from her skin, coiling like snakes. The healers faltered, their voices trembling, but Florita shouted louder, pushing harder with her magic. Then it struck. A violent backlash surged through the room, slamming into them like a wave. One healer gagged, collapsing to her knees as blood splattered from her lips. Another doubled over, clutching his stomach, crimson pouring from her mouth.