You Might Die If I Cast My Healing Spell Novels & Stories

Though they are doing a great job at it, most get knocked down due to the outrageous strength of the dead souls. This disrupts my focus and that of my wolf which exposes us to a severe attack from one enemy, which instantly aggravates us and we spring on him though bleeding severely due to the injury. I try casting a healing spell but it doesn’t work and after several trials, I give up on it and still keep gorging the heads of the dead souls relentlessly. Slowly, I feel the weakness and exhaustion creep in as my attacks become weaker. I decided to shift back into human form, believing that the injury would have less effect.

our main character cutting wood with grandfather grandfather i want to tell you something it about my power i have special power i can heal 20 people even if they are in near death situation but it take 5 minutes to complete my spell if someone is alive for 5 minutes he can be saved velliam that a very powerful spell hope you make good use of it and if the time come when you have to make choice. I want that you don't this power on me you have just 20 so use it when you really need it

he said. "Of course, if we can't find anyone, we can always let her be and wait for the spell to completely weaken. It's already weakening, and it might take some time, but it will get to a point where it doesn't have any effect on her, and her powers will fully turn. She's just going to keep suffering like this from time to time until the spell is gone completely, " the healer informed me. I grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him closer to me.

A healer looked up as I entered, her expression a mix of concern and determination. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked, desperate to feel useful. The healer hesitated, then spoke slowly. "There is... a spell we could try, my King. But it's risky. It would use some of your lifeforce to revive our Queen, similar to how she saved you when you nearly died." My heart lept. "Do it," I said without hesitation. "Whatever it takes. What do I need to do?"

I instantly cast a spell, and as I glanced at both of them, a powerful fire burst from my hand, and they both sputtered. I lifted my index finger and tried to heal myself, but I couldn’t. My vision is blurry, and I’m scared that I’m going to die from suffering. Nonetheless, I felt someone lift me up, and it wasn’t Haiden or Mario. I couldn’t do it even if I opened my eyes, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t chant the spell because of my weakness. “MYXY!!!” I heard aunt Pneona’s last call to me.

Something exploded inside Misael's head. A uterine tumor? The heir he had announced to the entire pack, the one he had prepared a grand celebration for, was nothing but a damned tumor? "That's impossible! You're lying!" Like a wounded beast, Misael grabbed the healer by the collar and roared hysterically, "I heard a heartbeat! I felt it move! It was so solid and strong!" The healer's face was deathly pale as he stammered to explain, "A giant tumor has a rich blood supply. That wasn't a heartbeat. It was the sound of blood vessels pulsing.

"It's like you lose your breath for a few seconds or minutes and then baam! you're back to life, so it means you just had a heart stroke. Sounds doable?" "Yeah... I guess." He's weirded out from my optimism. Silver spoke, "Well if you stay with Clara for more than 2 days, this all seems like a piece of cake." True that. "So, how are we going to do this?" I asked. "Alright. We need her to throw a powerful spell and she usually uses this when she's been attacked by surprise. Call it a habit of some sort, but dodging it becomes important for her and she doesn't care if that person dies or not. That's the time she uses the death spell."

After chanting my spell, nothing happens. I tried teleportation, but it doesn't work as well! A few minutes later, I finally reached the dead end. Desperate, I tried chanting the spell summoning my butterflies, but I failed. I can't escape this place. As time went by, I started to feel my body weaken. I realized that the more I chant my magic spell, the more I feel tired. My energy is depleting, and my body is weakening. The messenger warned me not to use my magic spell because it wouldn't work and would drain my strength. If I continue chanting spells, I will die quickly.

*“Zephyr of the west guides, Gust shield!”* I defended once again to the upcoming spell from the enemy. With one knee down on the ground I convinced myself to continue fighting. Just a little more, help is coming. I glanced at my group and they were still down. Nellie was nearly done healing Mikael but her mana was also nearly drained. Margoth was awake now and was staring at me with unbelieving look on her eyes. She was staring at my hair, my hair as white as snow. I shook my head when I felt my vision blur, I was starting to see two Margoths. This is bad, I’m nearing my limit, to make the situation worst, I could no longer produce non-verbal spells and I could only defend.

I started to hit Theodore's arms, I tried to cast everything I know on him but nothing is working. Lucas was trying to hold me back but I tied him to the wall. I dropped to my knees when Rohan fall I held him quickly to heal him. There's a huge gap in his chest, he couldn't take his breath but I cast the healer spell that takes part of my soul. 10 years of me. It closes the gap quickly but it crunches mine in pieces, I bit my lips in pain feeling my life leaving my body but rather someone held me closer. " ARE YOU CRAZY? "