Healing Novels & Stories

“But we are only humans. Never forget that. How do we know what this scheme of nature is?” “I know, but still…” Jasmine trailed off, her shoulders slumping tiredly as she pushed some loose curls out of her face and behind her ear. “It’s wrong. It’s vicious. It’s…unfair.” It was a common understanding for anyone who knew of the existence of the healers that there were certain guidelines they needed to follow all their lives. First of all, they were born sterile, meaning it was impossible for them to carry on their lineage. The chief reason they were so hard to find and even harder to earn their loyalty. But when the goddess took away their ability to reproduce, she blessed them with the capab

teasing her. “ no ” she answered and I smiled. “ very well, carry on with the execution ” the blade was drawn and she was made to kneel , I would cut off the hands that touched her later ,for now I wanted to take note of her reactions. “ we pray the goddess thy soul to keep ” the Pack chanted , like we do others that has died by the blade . her mind seemed to come to a conclusion. “ wait ! I can heal you Emperor. ” I laughed.

Doctor Shem explained his face facing the floor. , "What are you saying, doctor?" Sheila shouted as she gripped Doctor Shem's hand. "We have done everything we can, but your mother's illness is unusual." Doctor Shem explained to the already devastated Sheila. "But doctor, can't you still..." Sheila interrupted but before she could finish her sentence, the machine started blinking red, and Shiela's mother began shaking violently, causing confusion and panic among the doctors and nurses. The machine abruptly stopped when Shiela's mother stopped moving, and Doctor Shem used his telescope to examine her before delivering the devastating news. "I'm sorry, but she's gone."

Maaga akong nagising at hindi ito ang nakasanayan ko. Natagpuan ko na lamang ang sarili na nag-set ng alarm bago matulog. At pagmulat ko pa lang, siya kaagad ang pumasok sa isip ko. It's my fault, bakit ko pa kasi sinabi iyon? Kahit pa ay sabihin niyang naka-move on na siya ay hindi ako naniniwala. I can still see his pain, the longing he was hiding for a long time. He is not fully healed.

My heartbeat had not yet steadied and I could still feel my arms vibrate by my side. Today's episode of healing mister Holloway was the scariest I had ever encountered in all my life. Face to face with what could have turned to homicide. I wiped my sweat from my forehead with the back of my palm and headed back to the kitchen. Water, I needed water.

But after her actions, regret followed, as the wood didn’t hurt the wolf but only made it angrier at her. Elaira stumbled backward and her friend already having run off, leaving her alone to face the angry wolf. She fell on her butt as the wolf kept moving closer to her as if drawn to her. In the blink of an eye, the wolf lunged at Elaira and her heart pounded heavily in her chest as she thought she was on the verge of being killed. Elaira stood there frozen and shut her eyes in fear, waiting to be killed, but surprisingly, she felt no pain and she slowly opened her eyes, only to see her mother right in front of her with blood streaming down the corner of her mouth.

It tugs up from my gut, a warm sensation spreading through my body, and flows out through my fingertips. In that moment, she turns abruptly to face me, her gaze sharp and questioning. The shock in her voice is palpable as she asks, “What are you doing?” The sight before me only intensifies my resolve to heal her. Her broken wrist, evident in its awkward angle, is a painful reminder of the ordeal she has endured. Her ribs bruised, hint at the extent of her suffering. With unwavering focus, I allow my healing energy to envelop her. It washes over her like a gentle wave, soothing her wounds and relieving her pain. The sound of her breaths becomes steady, a sign t

His name was Cato, and he was in the specific silence of someone managing serious pain through stubbornness. I put my hands over the wound and — offered. The gold-white light that had been radiating outward in battle went inward now, gentle rather than brilliant, finding the damage and doing what the Royal bloodline apparently knew how to do without being taught. Not healing the wound myself. Accelerating — the body’s own mechanisms given a push, cellular repair running at a pace it couldn’t have managed alone. Cato’s jaw unlocked. “That’s—” He looked at his leg, where the burned edges were visibly knitting. “That’s something.”

she whispers tiredly. “Good morning, brown eyes. I am right here.” I say. Gracie turns to me and smiles. I try my best to smile back. The truth is, my heart is hurting for her. She looks down, and that is when she notices her scars and cuts are in full view. Panic takes over her face, and she yanks at the tee to cover them back up, and then her eyes meet mine again. I see tears in her eyes, and shame takes over her face. “Y-Y-You saw them?”

And the bark on Anne's arm looked half-keratinized, its edges weeping a clear, sticky fluid, something between resin and pus, giving off an eerie, sickly-sweet smell. Vera's eyes sharpened, her expression settling into full professional focus. She raised her right hand, a soft green light gathering in her palm. This was Heal, a technique available to Tier 2 Medical Specialization players. As the green glow washed over the withered arm, something extraordinary happened. The ashen bark seemed to meet its natural enemy, softening and receding at a visible pace, revealing the pink, healthy flesh underneath. Lilith pressed both hands over her mouth in excitement.