A Soul To Heal Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“That’s fine, your morning breathe will probably suck the life out of me anyways, I might as well take the sofa.” The two soon returned to their usual interaction of playful teasing and bickering; finally at ease knowing that they were no longer alone… they had each other no matter what the future had in stored. However, when one soul was at peace, another was unconsciously seeking a resting place… At Acre Hills asylum, in the dead of night, the flashing shadow of a certain young man appearing in a gust of smoke, slowly approached the pale figure curled up into a ball at corner of the room, frantically chanting words of distress…

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

“The soul does not merely seek revenge. It seeks justice. And it has chosen you, Eloise, because you are the one it has been waiting for—the only one who can help it find peace.” Eloise blinked, confusion and disbelief swirling together. “But… how? How do I do this? Where do I even start?” The old healer’s gaze softened slightly, though her words carried no false comfort. “Start with your family,” Mrs. Sola said firmly. “Dig into your parents’ past. Uncover the secrets they buried in ash and silence. Only when you understand what truly happened—what injustice was done—will you know how to help the soul. The truth is your path to freedom. But be warned… some truths cut deeper than any spirit

'She' said. "One by one, you followed everything up as it should be. Even your long time enemy who you had changed into a beast to wonder the face of the earth thought that he was going to have his revenge. Little did he know that we were only using him. And now he is dead and gone." 'She' said. "As beasts do not have souls." I said, completing her words. "And how about that herbal woman? I just laughed at her naive behavior. She hadn't even suspected a thing." 'She' said and laughed out loudly.

“A what? You can’t give someone a new soul.” “She can. She can take them and she can give them. His soul—it’s… damaged. Confused. Lost. It’s… I can’t explain it,” she shook her head. “We tried every sedative we could to calm his mind, but it isn’t his mind that’s the problem. It’s his soul. It needs to be… stabilized in a sense.” She shook her head again. “Ava would be better able to explain.” “So she just gave him one?”

That was his life—his only life. “Listen to the sound of my voice, Shaina, more than my words.” Miah projected her voice into the girl’s mind, reached to touch the huddled, cringing spirit. “I cannot lie to you. I know you don’t want to come back to this world, and I don’t blame you. You’ve gone far away from this body, so you don’t have to see or hear him. You don’t have to feel what he does to you anymore. I can heal you. I can take away the things he has done to you and the scars on your body. I can lessen the impact of what has been done to you so you can live again whole. I can even make it possible for you to conceive a child later, if that is your will. You can have a family of your o

She found a memory: standing on a beach long before Eidolon, wind cold, waves endless, knowing she was small and that being small did not mean powerless. She offered that feeling like a single note in quiet air. The man inhaled sharply. His Echo steadied. The world around them softened—garden glow smoothing into rhythm. Elise whispered, “It’s balancing.” Sophia nodded. “We don’t heal by dissolving. We heal by choosing where to stand.” The man exhaled, long and shaking. His Echo eased beside him, shape stable. “Thank you.” “You did it,” Sophia murmured. “I only reminded you where to look.”

Eagerly, I flipped to the page he had bookmarked. "A wound in the soul, coming from the rending of the spiritual body, strange as it may seem, gradually closes like a physical wound. And once a deep wound heals over and the edges seem to have knit, a wound in the soul, like a physical wound, can be healed only by the force of life pushing up from inside." I read out loud, running my fingers over the words as I did so. "You like Tolstoy?" Alpha Evan's voice from behind startled me, and I jumped in my seat a little, the book dropping to my lap.

He would beat Sylvio to the brink of death and then let Pebbles do whatever she wanted with him. Sure enough, Sylvio expected this. “Will you believe me if I say that I was not hurting Pebbles, but helping her heal the wounds on her soul?” Sylvio replied with a forced smile. “Help her heal the wounds of her soul? Do you think I’m dumb? Does a treatment hurt her so much?” David did not believe Sylvio at all. “The soul is the most mysterious and fragile thing. If she wants to recover, she needs to suffer some pain. It’s inevitable,” Sylvio explained.

he murmured The sigils pulsed faintly in response to his voice. “I have given all I have...” His throat tightened. “Why are you not returning?” Zero’s chest rose and fell in shallow, measured breaths. His body had healed physically within the first week. Bruises vanished. Bones knitted. The cracked ribs sealed seamlessly. But his consciousness remained locked away. The healers had called it soul shock. A trauma too deep. A spirit recoiling inward. Seraphiel leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against Zero’s still hand.