A Soul To Heal Audiobook Novels & Stories

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His outfit was adorned with moon dust and his shoulder length locks swayed wildly in all directions as he moved his head. He read his audience carefully; folklore of all kinds. Upon focusing deeply, he was able to see their auras. He didn’t like what he saw. Most of them were emitting a black or red aura that reflected stress, anger, frustration and darkness of their cores. He was not disappointed however. He had firm faith in his music. He would heal them all with the power of his tunes, he was sure of that. His name was Paulo. Once the dark demon of music, now he was a healer of the damaged souls.

"If I stop... he takes the world! I have to... heal the dark!" "It's... too deep..." Ash wheezed, his hand coming up to cover hers on his chest. He wasn't trying to pull her away anymore; he was trying to steady her. "He’s... part of the soul now..." "Then I’ll heal the soul too!" Rhea roared.

The diagram showed a soul fracture, what happened when the body died with unresolved regret. “You must heal others, to stitch your soul whole again,” Master Ye had said and she knew then that the old man was acutely aware of her past life tragedy. She looked at her list: seven down. Ninety-three to go. She closed her eyes and whispered to the night: “I will become the greatest healer this world has ever seen. I will never abandon myself again.” Thunder echoed in response. She smiled. Her journey had just begun.

He gave the drug I developed to Claudia, who later became known as a young medical prodigy driven to pursue medicine by the desire to save herself. Now that I remembered everything, I was aware that he hadn't brought me back just to take care of my every need. He had only done all that to drag me through hell again. I lowered my head and looked at the scars on my hand. I shook my head once again. "I'm not taking it." He shifted through several expressions before settling back into a doting smile and reaching out to stroke my hair. "Be good, love. You won't be in pain anymore once you take this. You should prioritize your health."

"But your family's runes can. Soul-healing. It's a lost art, known only to the Snowfang bloodline." I hesitated. Soul-healing requires the healer and the patient to form a deep spiritual link. It's more intimate, and more dangerous, than a normal bond. "Are you sure about this? I'll see your deepest memories. I'll feel your most hidden emotions." "I trust you," he said without a moment's hesitation. I took a deep breath and raised the World Tree pen. I began to draw in the air above his scar, weaving the healing pattern from pure energy.

The man's hand recovered quickly and now he could do anything with his hand like nothing ever happened before. She wished this medication would work its magic on him. She prayed he would completely recover from his injury and he would draw and paint and create many artworks exceedingly well as he did before. As if she could read her mind, the madam reassured her. "You needn't worry, child. He will be healed. My ointment will work." Ava felt a shiver creeping up her nape. This woman knew the person she wanted to help was a man. "But what cures the flesh, cannot cure the soul. His soul has been tainted by a fatal malady, and he would be tortured, he would be maddened, he would be breaking down

she said, her voice low, “this isn’t something you should be digging into. Soul Echo doesn’t exist anymore. It’s dangerous.” Her words caused a chill to race down my spine, but I held my ground, meeting her gaze with determination. “Why? What’s dangerous about it?” The healer hesitated, glancing around nervously. “You don’t understand. Soul Echo... it’s not just about feeling someone else’s pain. It’s transferring it. The person who experiences it, the person will feel the pain as if it’s your own. And it doesn’t stop. The pain keeps coming if you allow yourself to feel it, as if you’re drowning in it. The longer you’re connected, the more it bleeds into your soul. Some people... they never

She said earlier, if you don't volunteer, outsiders can't proceed to remove a personality. That's it, don't worry about what to do, it won't help anyway. The demon glared at me, chuckling. My world goes round and round. I don't understand. Really don't understand. Not just saying split half, why is there another personality? - I'm not a personality. Nor is it part of the soul. Resentment in the depths of their consciousness has invited me to come. A deep, melodious voice like an ancient theater song resounded.

He gazes upon me with black eyes and cool demeanor. “How do I know you are a true healer? For all I know, the rumors of you being human could be real!” Rumors? Didn’t know there were rumors about me. That is a bit unsettling. I was done with this a**hat’s attitude. I stomp over to him and grab his hand and squeeze tight. A small glow of light came from our connection, and I heard a sharp intake of breath. I close my eyes and search for a simple gray cloud. As much as I don’t want to heal anything from this b*stard, I guess I have to prove my integrity just for face sake. I find a small gray bubble towards the back of his realm and look inside. I see a battle going on and he is fighting a rog