Things Without Remedy Dramione の小説・ストーリー

Celine and Queenie sat next to him and waited quietly. Then, the pot started to shake and it made a noise. Darryl was overjoyed and quickly opened the pot to take out the medicine. Then, he passed it to Celine and chuckled. "This is called the Omni Relief Pill. It can restore the damage caused to the body after a psychotic break. It can also restore a substantial amount of your internal energy. Take one now." Then, Celine swallowed the medicine. "Brother-in-law, why didn't you refine one for me?" Queenie asked happily.

“What is it?” Ronan’s gaze flicked up, his expression unreadable now. “A draught brewed from moonlotus. Rare. Costly. I got it months ago. I never thought I’d use it like this.” His eyes slid to Zane then, softening just a fraction. “It’ll help with the pain… and speed his recovery.”

Remedy said and hit the table in annoyance but mistakenly hit the cricket while his stomach burst. "Arrg!" Robert screamed. They all covered their ears, "what was that screamed from?" Gilbert stands up from their midst but look at the table and his eyes catch the glimpse of the cricket. It was bleeding some blood. He quickly use his magic and turned the blood into a black substance. "Remedy!" He screamed. Remedy look to his side and he did some signs for her. She looked down and saw her cricket be badly Injured. "Brother I'm sorry."She said as she quickly lifts the cricket from the table and asked for the maids to call for the family physician.

Poisoned darts littered the floor, their deadly tips glinting in the dim lighting In a corner, Lord Mortis was yelling at Lady Nymeria while she received treatment for her wounds. Her body shook uncontrollably, her sobs echoing off the walls as the maids worked to clean and bandage her wounds. The scene felt like something out of a nightmare. Grotesque.

She had been trying to create a cure for wolfsbane, then she ended up creating a dangerous, addictive drug, and now that she’s trying to cure fever, everything is turning into one big repetitive cycle of a mess. Everything she does seems to only make it worse. Each time, with Royce taking advantage of her naivety. How can he be such a vile person? “Hey, look at me.” Draco reaches out his fingers to cup her chin, lifting her eyes up to meet his. “I know that this whole situation might seem daunting now, but we will get through this. It will all be over soon,” he says with a calming tone. As he speaks, her eyes are mostly drawn to his lips, and she really does try to focus on his words.

"Yes. Our healer and the witch matrons did an excellent job" I blinked at her words. The healers and witch matrons oversaw the Alpha's recovery? Not a four-leaf clover? "Ah! So the remedy worked well, then?". I asked, keeping my tone casual. "The remedy?". She tilted her head. "Do you mean the herbal tonic?". Time slowed and my pulse thudded in my ears. Luna Eleanor made no mention of a four-leaf clover nor did she mention any Omega named Zara bringing Alpha Daryl a cure.

She was pale, lips blue, eyes flickering shut every few seconds. Damion paced at her side, his jaw tight, his fists clenching. He barked orders, summoning healer after healer. Old women with herbs, men chanting prayers, hands glowing faintly with magic. All of them tried. All of them failed. Griselda leaned over her, sweat dripping down her temple, whispering healing words until her voice broke. Nothing worked. Sera only bled harder, her breaths ragged. “No!” Damion slammed his hand against the wall so hard the stone cracked. “There must be something—someone—” His voice was ragged, desperate.

The fluid was a light purple like my vitamins. "This will help. It's vitamins your body may be lacking right now." She explained. "The doctor will be in soon." Dex took a seat beside me, holding my hand again. His eyes didn't break away from mine. The dizziness stayed at bay thanks to him. He kissed my knuckles lovingly. "How are you feeling?" He asked me. "Better with your help." I squeezed his hand. "What happened?" The doctor snapped our attention to him. "She fainted. I tried to heal her, but Nova ate my magic as well."

There had to be some way for her to knock the gem free of the case without touching the glass under the spell. The dragon’s tail came around as he fought against the attackers. Nya saw what she needed to do plainly in her mind. If she touched the case, it would shock her and knock her unconscious, but the dragon’s scales were able to absorb such a blow without him being hurt at all. “Hey, dragon!” she shouted, leaping out of the way. “Can you knock this over?” He turned and looked over his shoulder at her, a puzzled expression on his face, but then, he used his tail to strike the stand the gem’s container was sitting on. It tipped over, toppling to the ground. The glass shattered into a mill

I winced at his words, regretting having shared that part of my past with him. Two days later, a glimmer of relief washed over me. After poring over nearly every Grimoire I could find, I stumbled upon a remedy for my relentless nausea—a bracelet delicately adorned with a moonstone and a clear Quartz. I worked on this alone. I vowed never to ingest a potion I hadn’t meticulously crafted or use any charm I hadn't made myself. I won't trust anyone with my baby like I did the last one.