Things Without Remedy Dramione Novels & Stories

“L-Let your mana flow on your body, and concentrate it on your wounds!” Judging from it, Restia seems to be doing her best. “Repeat after me… remedium!” “Remedium…!” (Cure…!) Once she casted, her wounds visibly closed a little, but it stopped afterwards. “Again, Restia…! It’s not enough!” “Remedium—” It’s as if I heard a sound of an explosion happening in an empty bottle. “Ngh……!!!!” As if Restia`s right arm is tearing up from the inside— her right arm is now mangled.

“I don’t think she wants your thanks. Don’t make her look like a fool at the end of this.“ Mitch nodded solemnly. “She deserves to be the head of the table, not that wily old man whose intentions I do not know.“ “But you do not have the power to make her the head of the council,“ Draco pointed out. Mitch took the last swig and dropped the bottle heavily at the foot of his bed. “It is at times like this that I regret starting a democracy.” “This is not democracy,“ Draco chuckled. He stood up and walked to the fireplace, staring into the burning embers. “Whatever,“ Mitch muttered. They remained silent for a while, and then Draco asked, “Is there any improvement with Aiden?“ Mitch shook his hea

I told him fiercely, telling him of the problems one caused for him already. Dymion's eyes widened in shock as he realized the gravity of my words. His faking act of control slipped away, revealing a hint of fear beneath the surface. Truly, he is nothing without his books, he has no way of deciphering those spells without Ameera and her books. I wonder how Ameera even got her hands on those books, I wonder if he will be forced to search for Ameera and force her to remember her past memories just for him to use her to get back the spells I’m denying him right now.

he looked up—to the pack healer—as he pleaded. She was in the room. Her face was... pale. Her forehead was squeezed in puzzlement as she had her hands touching certain parts of my body, touches that I couldn't feel. "I...I have tried everything I know," she spluttered, "nothing is working!" "What about the moonstone? Isn't there some magic in it to heal her of the venom?" Oscar asked again. She shook her head, and buried her face to the ground in frustration. I could feel the venom spreading through my body. I didn't know how best to describe the feeling. All I knew as I lay there was that my life was slipping away.

He adored mate bond and me the night we met and loved Axel and Nick his whole life, but for months, he has been treating all of us like some shitty cans in the garbage. Whoever did this, not only played with Liam and me but with everyone who became victims of his anger and arrogance. That person needs to be punished with electric shocks! Asshole! "So how do we fix this?" Scarlett asked. "I'm still looking for it. The spell with all of the side effects is written in one of my Mother's books but I haven't found anything to reverse it. Give me some time because right now I need some sleep. I'll look into it again after a few hours," She replied with a yawn coming out of her mouth.

He'd be way too embarrassed if he mentioned it. "I never expected less from her. As much as I hate the Redmoon pack, I know there is something she has that not many of us do." Draco said, feeling proud of himself for not doubting her one bit. "Yeah yeah yeah, whatever! And what is it you have that no one else does?" Damien fired back at him jokingly with a lopsided grin formed on his face as soon as he spoke. Draco laughed, "Fuck off you crazy idiot!" Draco replied to his friend jokingly, earning a light smack from Damien who was also laughing.

Out of nowhere, Hayden’s pack appeared before us and they all looked very confused. “You have to cleanse and implant now,” Draco turned to Kree’s daughters. They nodded and said their part of the spell. Draco’s eyes still glowed bright red. As soon as the ladies finished, Draco said a phrase in daemonic before everything died down. Just when a person thought everything was good and dandy, all the pack members, Hayden and Darrin included, passed out. “What just happened?” Thorne asked. “They’ll be fine! They’re the least of your worries right now,” Draco said before disappearing. The unmistakable sounds of rogues in the distance let us know that the Lewis phonies were aware of what had just o

In the end, it was a therapy assistant who was bringing him a nutrient drip that stopped him. Damine glanced at the several bags of medication that needed to be administered slowly, and a flicker of irritation crossed his eyes. His thoughts were still completely on Sofia's condition. His gaze swept around the room, finally landing on a basket on the corner table filled with fresh berries and rare Moontrace Herbs—a gift of condole from other pack members. It was as if he'd finally found a reasonable excuse. He looked at me, his voice carrying a subtle request:

He passed it over to me. “Is there a specific amount I should give?” “Just do what you want.” He waved me off and I bowed slightly and walked out placing the portion in my dress. “Dramon, this is beyond me. That bastard might be planning to get rid of the Luna. She was dancing with the devil.” “Hopefully, things work out as they should. We need to take care of things before they get out of hand.” “I need to find a way around these things happening.” “You know, you never told me how you were able the flush the Wolf's bane out of my system. Even after everything, they keep pumping it in but it does nothing to me.”

There’s no remedy to this situation that comes to mind. Damon is set in front of me, utterly unconscious. Two of the girls linger around, waiting for me to summon powers from within me that don't currently exist. But I have to save Damon. I need to heal him because, without him, I don't know how I will survive down here. Maybe I can heal him with what knowledge of the body I have, but I'm doubtful that will do anything.