Voodoo Doctor Novels & Stories

Questioning him with intriguing feeling, curious about what has happened to him and am I just worrying over nothing? “I’m sorry, Lily. I just do have a lot of works and stuffs to do,” Doom apologized. I crossed my arms. “You won’t explain what happened to you? I was worried! Or I was just worried for nothing?” “You've already know that I am no human and I do a lot of inhumane work.” He looked away. I tried to compose myself. Why am I losing my cool over such a thing? Come on, Lily! Keep it up!

It stretched from just under his right nipple diagonally down to the top of his right hip, hopefully his healing ability would ensure he did not scar too badly. "What do you think doc?" He asked, an eyebrow raised so he looked rakish. She laughed, a light sound. "I think, that you got lucky the Alpha was not using his full strength on you young man" she said kindly. Dr. Todd was an older woman, not old like ancient but in her 50's. With long brown hair and brown eyes that had crows feet from smiling most of her life she was a talented doctor. As a pack we were lucky to have her and her staff, she always took time to listen to her patients, and address their issues; she truly knew the whole p

I didn't know why it was still there. "I need to clean the wounds and then dress it up. It is going to hurt," the doctor said apologetically. I winced as he grabbed a bottle of what looked like an ugly vomit/green goo. "What the hell is that? Does that going to hurt?" The doctor gave me a strange looked before he poured it on Mateo's wounds and Mateo hissed, his face twisted in pain. "Careful! It is hurting him." "Vera, love, you are making the doctor nervous."

Caron stares, stunned. “Not until someone tells me what you’re injecting into my patient,” the doctor says, defiant. “None of your damn business,” Vincent hisses, snatching the needle back with practiced ease. His eyes burn with warning. “Touch my wife again, and I’ll show you what dark magic really looks like. Understood?” I can’t help but smirk. Vincent may be intense, but his loyalty runs deep—and he protects the people he loves with terrifying conviction. “I’m sorry,” the doctor says, lifting her hands. “But what do you expect? Who even are you? My patient needs quiet and rest, not… all this chaos.”

"All this scheming and plotting he is pulling is becoming a genuine nuisance." Dante Valenti had one eye on the movie and a Twizzler dangling from his mouth at a forty-five degree angle of complete unbothered chaos. Oblivious to the weight of the room. Clueless in the specific, artistic way that was entirely his own. "Right, so Matteo needs therapy," Dante said. "His girlfriend left him. Classic unwell behaviour." Enzo stared at him. "What." "You said someone was a nuisance." "I meant Orlov, you imbecile."

I mentioned this to Mama, how suddenly the newer generation was garnering an appreciation for voodoo. "It's hoodoo they think they're coming to get," she answered over the phone; I heard her cutting something, but I didn't want to know what it was. "They think I'm a root doctor or a witch. That ain't true; it's always the white folks and the tourists who don't know what they're getting into."

He would gladly rip apart anyone who has caused his mate harm. The doors burst open, and several doctors hurry inside. I recognise Violet, one of the nurses, followed by Dr. Owens. They rush towards Vera, who is still lying unconscious on the floor. I had already tried waking her. Nothing worked. And now I am standing here with my mentor in one hand while my mate lies helpless on the ground. “Boy! Help us get her upstairs to the MRI machine. It will be faster!” I recognise Dr. Owens, but his words barely reach me. Then he walks over and strikes me hard in the ribs.

“If it’s Lord Lucifer’s doctor… that means he had a hand in what happened to Vincenzo last night. What did he do to him? Vincenzo was acting fine all day… even before he saw the surprise, he already look rough and drugged.” She walked away from the room, heading straight toward Vincenzo’s room. **** Vincenzo had just finished his bath. He stood in deep thought, water still dripping from his hair. When he was done, he applied his lotion, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He put on only his trousers, picked up his cell phone, and he called his family doctor. “After I took the medicine, I wasn’t myself… Doctor Wickeeeeed…” he spoke.

The doctor was confused and immediately looked towards the doctor following Leon. "Just give it," ordered the doctor who had just informed Leon about Venus's condition. Then the doctor near Venus's bed handed his stethoscope to Leon. "Venus, if you die, I will bury you with your child," Leon murmured while checking Venus's heartbeat. Then the doctor who gave his stethoscope to Leon asked the doctor who informed Leon about Venus's condition. "Who is he?" "He is a high-class werewolf, and he said he is also a doctor. You can see for yourself how he works," replied the doctor who informed Leon about Venus's condition.

“Oh, so now I’m useful?” I leaned forward, ignoring the stabbing fire in my spine. “You want to be part of this? You already are. Someone’s hunting both of us. And guess what? The poison they used to kill the dealer who tried to touch you? Same strain used to kill someone important to me.” Her face paled. “The guy w.. was is dead.” “Yeah,” I said. “That shut you up.” The doctor cleared his throat nervously. “Mr. Vittorio, if I may, she’s not a licensed nurse. I can bring in a professional once a week, but”