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

However, she didn't want to use a spell slot on a healing spell because she was so fixated on destructive magic. "I haven't mastered the healing skill yet." Henry scratched his brow before pulling out a healing medicine. "Will this do?" “...” “...” … “Kua…ahhh!” Thud. Blood spurted out of control, and the enormous head rolled to the ground. The eyes on the head were filled with bewilderment and shock. Thud. The ground trembled and dust rose up in the air the next second as a massive body slumped motionless to the ground.

Learning the basics of healing magic wasn’t difficult. Zen had a good grasp of anatomy from his time as a chef. Although animals and humans were different, the generic concept was similar. Magic was all about imagination, and healing arts was a type of magic that used faith instead of mana. Zen could understand why healing many people would take its toll on the healer. Mental stamina was something that drained faster than physical stamina for those who were unable to focus for an extended period. Thanks to his gamer lifestyle, Zen could hyper-focus and deal with more stress than ordinary people.

He convulses again and again. 'Please just let me die already' He says in his mind, making peace with leaving this world. Anywhere else would be better at this moment if he could be free of all of this pain. "Can somebody just come and help me!" Tessa yells and hold on to him tighter, and without knowing she reaches out to her healing magic and the roots of the plants come out of the ground covering him but as soon as the magic start to work something inside him shoots out and break the roots into pieces leaving everyone looking at him baffled and this time Tessa try to heal him intentionally and the same thing happen. She bite on her teeth and dig her hands deeper into the dirt.

I saw the fear in their eyes—they knew I had taken lives tonight. I closed my eyes, focusing like my father had taught me. Only the Alpha bloodline of the Moonlight Pack could channel healing magic, and even then, only sparingly. I felt Heather’s magic reach out to mine, weak and frail. As I accepted her as my Luna, our magic intertwined, and I began channeling my energy into healing her. The green hue of her magic had paled significantly, but with time, it started to regain its strength, feeding off mine. When I opened my eyes, the doctors were staring at me, perplexed.

He spat in anger and put his right palm over the dead body as green mist emerged from his hand and enveloped the body. It glowed and the magic enveloping him pulsed. Soon, a faint yellow light exited it's body and settled in Brandon's left palm. As soon as the light left the body, the magic pulsed in a high wavelength and the body lit up in high flames. With the snap of Brandon's finger, the faint yellow light disappeared into thin air. He then turned to face Giselle and the couple and smiled apologetically. "I'm so very sorry for that sad excuse for a Wizard. Here let me help him." He said and stated healing him with ease.

He is barely conscious, his body trembling from the pain and blood loss. “You’re going to be okay,” I tell him, though I’m not sure he can even hear me. “I won’t let you die.” My hands glow with healing light as I channel my magic into him. The power flows unsteadily, flickering as I struggle to maintain control. The wounds begin to close gradually under my touch, the bleeding slowing, but it’s harder for me than it should be. My magic vacillates, requiring constant effort to keep it steady.

Debbie opened her eyes and looked at her small hands with horror, clearly thinking she’d have to use her terrible power again to help us fight whatever came next. The white light was flickering around her fingers like she was getting ready for another battle, but her face showed confusion about what was happening around us. “Did I hurt more people?” she asked in a tiny voice that broke my heart. “No, baby,” I managed to tell her even though speaking took enormous effort while maintaining the connection with Dominic. “This is different magic doing different work. This magic is healing people instead of hurting them.” The purifying wave continued spreading beyond the throne room, and I could f

But I used the momentum to slam into him with everything I had. We went down hard, tumbling across the ash in a tangle of limbs and clashing magic. The impact knocked the wind from my lungs, but I fought through it. I scrambled on top of him, my hands already glowing with a soft, pulsing light, the healing magic I'd learned from being with Ronan, from watching him tend to wounds with gentle precision. I didn't want to hurt Fenrir; I wanted to heal the corruption eating away at him, to pull him back from whatever abyss had claimed him.

Following the light of her hand, soothing flow of vermillion strings emerged from her cut like crimson threads making its way through a deep gash of skin while following the needle. The strings of blood slowly turned into a little orb of ruby, and when Mayari is certain that the poisoned blood has been excerpt from her body, she then stopped the flow of her magic. Her hand's glow slowly fade away like a fire loosing its life and recoiled to a blackish coal, but will soon be ignited when it is needed. Without her magic the red orb lost its float and dropped to the rosy lake with a splash extending the area of blood in the innocent clear snow, preading like a blooming rose above the white wint

“Please save him, Delilah. You're the only one who can help him. I'm begging you, please. I swallowed hard and pressed both hands against Andrei’s chest, forcing every shred of strength I possessed into the spell. The air around us trembled as silver light spilled from my palms and sank into his broken body. I chanted louder this time, each sacred word rising into the night like a plea to the heavens. Sweat beaded along my brow, and my pulse hammered against my ribs. Come on. Come back. The healing energy surged through him, searching for torn flesh, shattered veins, and failing organs. For one brief moment, I felt the wound begin to knit. Hope flared inside me so suddenly it almost hurt. Th