Tv Tropes Pretty Cure Novels & Stories

It was a photo of Yvonne's and Donald's hands intertwined, while empty packages of contraceptives sat in a corner. The update made me giggle. I stole a glance at the hidden surveillance camera in the corner of my house, then lay back on my bed, pretending to drown in sorrow. … Seven days after I took PEP, Yvonne regained her title as the hospital's top healer. The patients' families once again called her their savior. Naturally, she had found a new host for all those diseases. Three days later, I went back to the hospital. Zoey stood far away from me and shouted, "What are you doing here, Cynthia? Trying to infect us? How dare you!"

He wanted to close the distance between us but I was scared that it would cause irreversible damage and so I stayed still. “No,” I said finally. “Not one that doesn’t cost more than it gives.” She didn’t look away. “You’ve looked, though.” “Yes.” “And you’re still looking,” she pressed. I met her gaze then, really met it, and for a second the world narrowed down to just us. The pull between us sharpened, tight and undeniable, like a wire drawn too thin. “I have to be careful,” I said quietly. “Some cures aren’t cures, they’re traps.”

He was blunt; there was no humor in his face. “You’re joking,” I rasped. The words were small and helpless inside my mouth. I did not want to believe him. “Carlin isn’t joking.” Zeph’s voice was flat. “If you wait until the sun rises, the magic will fail. You must drink now.” “Magic?” The word tasted foreign. Fear coiled in my chest, sharp and immediate. I didn’t trust the idea of it. Not completely. My Father did his best to make me fear it. But Garret had stood for this. I had followed him so far. Garret would never lead me astray.

Then tears filled them, soft and shining. “Scarlett,” she whispered. “You’re finally back.” Alexander looked at me too. Relief crossed his face first, quick and obvious. Then his gaze dropped to the case in my arms. “Where is the cure?” he asked. Not “What happened to your leg?” Not “Why are you bleeding?” Not “Are you all right?” Only the cure. I walked farther into the hall, snow melting off my cloak and dripping onto the white stone floor. “It’s here.”

I told him and to my surprise, I watched his wound begin to slowly heal as he lost consciousness. I was very happy to see that he had gotten his powers back as I realized it was my desperation to keep him alive that worked this time. Then I stood up and I turned to Freya who had been watching us after I also drained the curse that Allison placed on him too and I was sure that he was going to be just fine.

I would rather have her to myself, but I'm not cold enough to deny her the mate of her second chance in life, the father to her pups. I grab a spare office, working with the healer in order to find out if this cure in question will actually work. I have a dirty, bloody bandage left over from Ryan and we add a drop or two to the bloody spots, waiting to see if anything happens under the microscope that will show the cure trying to fight the infection. The healer jolts back from the microscope, shaking his head rapidly. "That's not good." "What's wrong? What did it do?" "The cure isn't some antibiotic, it's some kind of molding aspect to the blood. It's changing to molecules completely, not ju

"The doctors there are too slow. We heard you have miracle hands. Well? Can you save him?" "You heard I have miracle hands, so you brought the Supreme Alpha to a one-room clinic in Crestwood?" Lumina stared at him. "Who told you that?" "Does it matter right now?" Cain snapped. Lumina tore open Dylan's shirt, gasping at the black, bubbling veins spreading across his chest. "This isn't just silver. This is concentrated silver nitrate. It's eating him from the inside out." "I don't care what it's called!" Cain yelled, slamming his hand on the counter. "Can you save him or not?"

It's either the diagnosis was wrong or the medication itself is the problem. But the same medication is doing wonders in the entire Pack, there are no death rates again, the healing wing has reduced drastically in pressure, in fact the doctors already came up with a vaccine for protection against the virus, the pack members are all getting better, walking around like nothing even happened, but then the one person that found the cure to the virus is about to die from it, that doesn’t make any sense at all. I dragged Kiera's door open and stepped in, the faint scent of herbs hitting me immediately, and I saw Tasha seated beside her, feeding her the herb slowly like she was handling something f