Healing Novels & Stories

And maybe that’s what healing actually looks like. Not becoming a different person. Just finally feeling like yourself again.

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.

The bond knitting itself back together one thread at a time. Not whole. But healing.

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.

I asked Doctor Adam who was writing something on his file. He closed it and placed his glasses on the table. "I know you weren't prepared to see that but we have gotten to know what actually makes you heal the other person. Do you know what it is? " He wiggled his brows in a funny way. "No, I don't. " I said. I was not ready to play some game with him if he would be doing this to kids again. "The suffering. Tears. A plea for help. That's what ignites the power of sensitivity in you and which makes the healing light. " He watched my face as I tried to understand everything.

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.

Holding her tightly, I lower my gaze to her small frame, taking in the sight of numerous cuts and bruises marring her delicate skin. Struggling to sit up, I focus on her, my hands reaching out to touch her tenderly. As I channel my healing energy, a gentle warmth radiates from my fingertips, creating a soothing sensation in my gut. The energy flows through me, transferring to her wounded body. Gradually, her cries transform into soft sobs, then into tiny sniffles, until she is completely healed. Relieved, I release my grip, gently cupping her cheek as I offer her a fleeting smile. However, as my vision begins to darken, a wave of dizziness overcomes me, and I

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.”