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

I asked. "I can see through you, Luna. I am a witch. A human. Someone has put a magic spell on him. You have to hurry before everything is too late!" she hissed. "Magic spell?" "Yes, Luna. A magic spell. Based on the energy you gathered from him, he's dying. Deteriorating in coldness. You need to resort to magic to defeat magic." "Tell me, how will I heal him?" "You know exactly what to do, Luna..." that was it and suddenly disappeared before my eyes.

"That's what happens when you're dying." Any moment now, I could throw up blood everywhere and be on the edge of death. Were it not for Zavian, I don’t doubt I would be dead by now, Tai’s magic having failed me. He’s shouldering a lot of guilt for it, but had he not healed me that night, with Vaia, I would be long gone now anyway. I just hope I have enough time left to find a cure.

canisters in Owerri hissed and died, the gas neutralized by the harmonic resonance of my voice. "It’s... it's falling apart," Arthur whimpered, dropping his rifle. He clutched his head as the "Violet" enhancement in his eyes flickered and died, replaced by the dull, flat grey of a man who had lost his soul. I felt the final pulse leave my body. It was a quiet, heavy sensation—like a long-held breath finally being released. The gold light beneath my skin began to fade, retreating from my fingertips, back through my arms, and finally settling into a tiny, dormant spark in my heart.

Ambrosia asked. "Because if something does happen to me it would not only kill him but the wolf that would have resided within him and he didn't want that to happen." I replied, remembering the conversation. Now it made sense why he didn't want a wolf, he didn't want anyone else to go with him. "But what happens if he dies in the fight? Does that mean you die? Or does that mean the spell simply wouldn't work." Ambrosia asked. ''He isn't going to be in the fight as of right now, he will be with Lucinda and Athea with the kids. In order for it to work he has to be in a safe place away from the fight, but if he does stay and something happens to him it would break the spell. No harm would come

I could still sense his words resonating in my head, heavy and immovable. "She's been doing spells for years," he had said, his voice commanding but with a hint of anxiety underlying it. "Her body can no longer absorb power the way that it needs to. Her channels are exhausted. The backlash from her last spell nearly burned out her system. If she attempts another spell before her body has fully had time to recover, she might not survive it." I stared at him, disbelief tightening my chest. Years? The healer did not avert from my gaze. "The symptoms are obvious. The flow damage is only induced by long-term use."

war. Once I have mentally found the spell I am looking for, I take one more look at the females and males around me and know that this spell will heal them completely physically. However; some of the more tortured may still have a few mental and emotional scars and side effects from what was done to them down here, to deal with themselves. I close my eyes again as I take a deep breath in and let it out with a sigh, slipping off my sandals and allowing my feet to touch the raw earth, I close my eyes and whisper into the air around me.

Hadrian asserted. “Does this have any side effects?” Aiden asked, hoping that his brother wouldn't get hurt. “Well, yes. I might be trapped in his unconscious and that would kill him. If he dies I will be lost forever, but I will be extremely cautious…” “That's a consequence.” Beckham cuts him off. “Well, yeah, whatever,” Hadrian rolled his eyes. “If you see blood trickling down our nose, you can disrupt the spell by removing the candles. It could hurt you, but you're a vampire. A powerful one at that.” Hadrian smirked. Aiden nodded.

If there's anything I'm not sure of in my life, it's this. "Do it." She leans forward. "There's something you should know before we do this." "Just do it, Alexis." "When breaking a linking spell, one of the two involved must die. Zeke, there's no way to tell who will until it's done."

He proposed, looking up expectantly at me, but it was only driving me crazy. "If you continue like this, I might have you killed before your beloved mother return, that is if she would ever return. It is only enough that you no longer posses any ability to cast spell because if the incident. She is trying to recover from it. What if she heard that you died? It will take a toll on her, she might even die." I scoffed. "What.... do .....you mean by ...I do not posses .... any of my ability.....due to the injury?" He stuttered.."it is likely that you may not even posses them forever. That was what the wizard said." I gave him a smirk.

Eyla’s voice echoes through my subconscious, jolting me from my vacant thoughts. "No...No, no Vaela, tell me you're lying." She’s at my side now, shaking me. I look up at her, tresses of dark hair spilling out from her woollen hat, pure alarm in her eyes. "It's a mortality spell,” I whisper. With my backside on craggy rock, the puffy wound on my knee still seeping blood, I’m painfully aware of my sudden morality. It should have healed…I shouldn’t be so damn cold.