Novel & Cerita You Might Die If I Cast My Healing Spell

He wouldn’t hear any of this, and he probably wouldn’t believe it when Ian told him. Fine. No more Little Orphan Annie. “Go ahead, kill me,” I drawled, looking back up to meet Ian’s furious gaze. “If you want to watch your brother die too.” Ian and Nate stared at me for a second. “I call bullshit,” Nate said, although he didn’t sound as confident as he clearly wanted to. “Spells die with the caster.” “Sometimes they do.” I shrugged. “When the caster’s not very skilled. I mean, I’m sure your spells wouldn’t last if someone did the world a favor and lit you on fire.”

I asked. "Well... A linking spell should be succinct. I can make it so that the only way we die should the situation arise is only when three of us are killed at the same time. However, there is a shortcoming to the spell." "Spill!" I probed. "Any damage to the heart or brain of any of us means death for all of us." "Now that is a risk I am not going to take." I retorted, stepping out of the car. I tossed a stake to both Sofiane and David. "You both can do your spell as a duo but I am going alone."

Her deep wounds were slowly healing as these glowing dots gathered on her chest and stomach. I immediately covered my mouth to stop a sob from coming out when I realized what did she mean when she said she will be releasing her final ultimate spell. There’s a big probability that she’ll suffer the same fate as Mother Arianna if she’ll do that. If the body of the user is not yet ready for casting an ultimate spell, the user’s mana and life force will be drained. I don’t want to think of that way but, da*mn, this is freaking painful.

He heaved a long sigh, like fuck he is torn. I'm killing him and nobody is going to stop me, not even my mate. “I think I'll go with letting you die first. I want no hindrance while I'm casting a spell.”

Slowly from the ground, three figures rose again, three of the four miners who had fallen were rising once more, not as a Zombie or other kind of undead, but again as living beings. That was the power of a level nine spell, capable of healing even the deepest wounds and healing those on the brink of death.

"Simply because he is the only one who knows how to reverse the spell you cast on everyone in your castle," said the Oracle, no longer observing the ceiling, but rather the only entrance and exit from his room. As if waiting for someone to come in. "It's a duplicate spell. He can share his power by staying trapped in another body. Thus, some of the power is in a more fragile body, and the real power remains hidden and undetectable in a different body. So, even if you die at his hands, nothing will happen to the rest of your powers, because their source is not in that body inside your castle.

"His spell blew up in his face, he's dead now" Hector choked on his drink "Dead?" He asked and coughed. "Yes, you think it's all sunshine and roses being a warlock?" "I know that, I just never knew our own spells can kill us" "Of course, we are in many cases manipulating the very forces of nature, and that's nothing to trifle with, get it wrong and you're dead" "I get it..." There was suddenly screams outside, some people ran out to see, but Hector an Jasper sat fast, nothing humans scream about ever made them fly up until they heard a yell...

I thought as a slight tears dropped from my eyes. I raised up my heads and saw Dracon casting a spell but I don’t know why he was casting it. It was an healing spell but not just a normal healing spell, a powerful healing spell, the one that doesn’t just work on normal wolves or witches but a very powerful one. “What is happening ?” I questioned myself but my head was blank because they was no answer to my question. Dracon was still casting the spell when he started loosing consciousness and blood was slowly gushing from his nose.

“It was all thanks to you?” Confusion swirled in my mind. “Me? What did I do” I said as everyone turned to look at me. “If your quick use of your healing powers hadn't neutralized the effect of Raze’s attack, he would have died.”

Most packs don't have healers with magical power. Hayley's face was solemn. She spun around the room in a slow circle, thinking of what to do next. Everyone was murmuring. All she was hearing were people complaining about how she was a good for nothing healer. Someone even said she is a scam. How was it you did a hundred good for people and the one time you cannot help then you become a bad person? Hayley felt something surge through her. She remembered how her brother had died at her hand while trying to treat him. She remembered her vow to never let another person die at her hand. Hayley's hand began to give off a flickering low glow of white light. She placed her hand over the woman's nec