Things Without Remedy Dramione Novels & Stories

Outside was Jasmine who was waiting for him… she had now changed in new dry yet somewhat damped pair of clothing while there was a bowl of something that looked like paste of green colored powder in her hand… Draco’s eyes shifted toward bowl in her hand… he was about to ask her about it when Jasmine spoke “This is paste of basil leaves …. it…. will help you to keep your wound from turning worst … I would have treated you with freshly powdered turmeric but…. this the only thing I have now…. everything else….. was destroyed in storm” Draco kept looking at Jasmine as she stood calmed in front of him… couple of seconds later Draco took three steps closer t her and pulled out a wooden chair that

"She poisoned herself with wolfsbane. Dr. Fergus was the only one who could treat her." "And naturally, you had to personally escort her," I replied, my mental voice dripping with sarcasm. "I said I understand, Alexander." "I'll make it up to you," he promised. "I'm coming back soon. We'll attend the next Moonhowl Ceremony together." Around me, wolves applauded as the rare healing moss created a spectacular silver glow. I should have been enthralled, but all I felt was emptiness. "Don't bother," I told him through our bond. "You can accompany someone else."

“Is there a potion that can help manage these symptoms until we undo the fake mate bond?” Auntie removed her hands from me, tilting my chin up to her affectionately. “There is no potion for this, my lovely niece.” My face fell. What was I going to do? Theoretically, the symptoms would only get worse. In fact, the only reason my symptoms from the rejection from Lucas improved was because of whatever Theo did with his magic. And I certainly didn’t have access to that now. But my aunt smiled down on me with a hope that could make a dead wolf believe it could come back to life.

Hard. Marco shoved me back, rage all over his face. "Lara, you never change. You're hurting your sister again. Look at you. How are you fit to be a future Donna?" I hit the bed frame. Something cracked. Warm blood ran down my forehead. His pupils tightened. He stepped toward me— Bella grabbed his arm right on time. "Marco, I'm fine. Just my ankle. But Lara's bleeding. Shouldn't you check her first?" He froze. His eyes flicked between us.

“He’s on the verge of abandoning the pack, Draco. Abandoning Nightshade itself. All for a girl.” That brought out a long, amused laugh from Draco. “A girl?” he echoed mockingly. “Gods above, don’t tell me. Some high ranking Alpha daughter? A political match gone wrong? Or wait…” He gasped dramatically. “Don’t tell me it’s one of those innocent virgins from a storybook. Don’t tell me big, bad Damon found himself a damsel to suddenly ‘fix’ him.” Nyla’s jaw tightened. “Worse, Draco. She’s an Omega.”

Empathy for Thane's suffering mingled with rage at the dark spell. "We cannot lose him," River whispered, her heart racing, her blouse drenched with tears. Elara's eyes flashed with determination. "We will not," she vowed. With renewed resolve, Elara rummaged through her satchels, unearthing forgotten texts and remedies, vials of different sizes and colors. Lyrien and Kaida assisted, their hands moving swiftly. "Try the Starlight Elixir," Lyrien suggested. "And the Moonstone Amulet," Kaida added.

“The pain is gone. “ Liam nodded. “ the pain is gone because it is only temporary. I had to do it to make you talk. The dancing disease can’t be easily treated with magic! It needs the proper antidote which is a herbal mixture!” Daveth face fell and I saw the terrifying look on his face. He got up from the bed immediately and rushed towards Daveth. “Please do anything you can to save my life! Please…” “Ungrateful!” I shouted at him and he turned to face me giving me a questioning look. “Oh, you heard me right. You are ungrateful because it seems you only care about your pathetic little life and don't seem to care about the pain you've caused. Stealing a Phoenix feather, that Is so low of you

"Oh, I forgot. No alcohol. Shall I get Patty to brew some tea for you?" She shook her head. "No. That won't be necessary. I'll warm up soon." She watched him pour out a glass of brandy for himself and gulp it down. "This would warn you up faster," he said. She shook her head. Mitch shrugged and poured himself another glass before he came to sit down. "I don't see Draco around." "He's somewhere with his mate," Mitch muttered. "You don't sound happy about that," Mitch scoffed. "Have you seen Ophelia around?" Lorna pressed.

“Do you need some more weapons?” "No," Liam said. He saw that the Omega had come carrying a tray of drinks. Her extremely thin hands trembled and nearly spilled them out. She was like a house elf who had gone mad. When Candy snaps at her, she apologized and returned to the kitchen in a daze. "It's about Amora."

Zora said nervously, the witch told her it'll look like a real cure for sometimes, she didn't understand why it wasn't looking like that. She hoped it worked for now, so she won't be caught, her eyes moved to where Damon, his glare making her step back nervously. "The doctor doesn't know much about the antidote and that's why he can't say, but if it doesn't work, you won't like what I'll do to you." Damon threatened. Zora swallowed, her mind thinking of possible solutions out if this didn't work for a while, she hoped Elora would open her eyes, but she was sleeping.