Andrew Wommack Healing Novels & Stories

" He said breathlessly. Rebekah stepped back immediately, rushing into the kitchen. She locked the door on herself, going down behind it. "Gawd...I fucked up...no....I cooked myself... My stupid act of jumping into conclusions!" She scolded herself, licking her lips. * ALIVE HOSPITAL* Like Roonie asked, he was provided with new wears, so he ditched the hospital uniform. He was advised not to walk yet to avoid collapsing as he's not very strong at the moment, so he opted for a wheelchair.

Winslow had suffered a miscarriage. "Victoria, my mom just had a miscarriage. She's in the ICU. Can you come? I really need you." Her voice cracked with panic and tears. I sank back into the couch. "What? I'm feeling too sick to leave right now. I don't know if I'll make it in time."

He is still angry, but he wants to be happy for me. “I really love it, Adam. The puzzle of figuring out the ailment and then fixing it, is meaningful work,” I share with him. “You can’t find that meaningful work at the Pack hospital?” he questions me. “I think I could be excited to work at the Pack hospital if I were to specialize in an area. I just have not considered what that might be or if it is even ideal to specialize in certain areas. With my healing abilities, I want to continue using them and so far, have found it easier to integrate into human healing than wolf healing,” I share with him.

"She has already experienced enough." Adam observed him for a moment. "Are you referring to the miscarriage?" Andrew tightened his jaw and gave a nod. "Yes, you know that she recently experienced a miscarriage." She is still mourning, still seeking to recover. "The last thing I want is to impose this chaos on her." Adam let out a sigh, leaning in. "I get it, Andrew, but this is not something you can conceal indefinitely." Andrew released a harsh laugh. "I understand," he whispered. "However, at this moment, all she needs right away is tranquility, not additional issues."

Their faces looked like they had been arguing all their way here. I didn't even have the energy to be angry at their presence. It wasn't what mattered to me now. Andrew's face was tight, and he moved quickly to us. "I heard what happened, so I brought every healing herb my pack has." He dumped satchels onto the table - rare roots, sparkling petals, plastic containers of golden liquid that smelled sharp and alive. Castillo hung back for a moment, simply staring at her. Then he stepped forward, his usual smirk gone, his eyes wet and red like he was holding back a handful of unshed tears. I'd never seen him like this.

To trail behind as they brought Andrew to the pack house his hand still clasped in mine. --- The healer's chamber carried the scent of herbs and antiseptic. Martha attended to Andrew with hands tending to wounds and examining for fractures. "Ribs," she declared at last. "A concussion. Several cuts.. Nothing fatal. You're Alpha." "I received assistance." His gaze met mine as I stood in the corner, arms folded tightly around myself. Martha tracked his eyes. "You ought to take a break too Luna. You seem like you’re about to faint." "I'm fine."

I can't forget how he raped me with this cock and today I just ripped that part away from his body which he used most to torture women. Andrew's scream of pain filled in the forest.... he was screeching and yelling, begging his wolf to heal him who was not responding to him, just like his wolf didn't respond to me when Andrew was torturing me. Andrew's scream of pain was like music to my ear as it all reminded me of the moments when I was screaming… After a while, Max brings the petrol can and a matchstick in a bag. I took it from him and throw the petrol on Andrew and burn him alive with a matchstick, remembering the moment when he throw the candle wax on my body to torture me and to increa

"It’s a conversation. If we try to bottle it, we’ll drown in the silence." In the vision, I saw my mother holding a small, glowing bundle—me. But I wasn't crying. I was humming a low, resonant tone that matched the vibration of the earth. She wasn't just hiding me; she was tuning me. She was the one who realized that a human body could act as a "Biological Buffer" for the Earth’s core frequency. "The Graft is a bridge," I gasped, my eyes snapped open back in the obsidian chamber.

Andrew thundered and a part of me wanted to burst into laughter. They think the wolf body can heal that fast, it could but with silver, goddess knew it would take days and that’s with the assistance of good food, drugs and sex from a mate. “We need to call Theodore back and see if there’s anything that can be done.” Luke suggested and Andrew grabbed his phone. I stared at them without a word, a part of me patiently waiting to get the chance to slay them, goddess knew I was going to tear them apart, limb by limb and give them a taste of their medicine.

"Lucas is hurt! I’m taking him back to treat him. If you want to find Andrew, go find him yourself! That coward ran off long ago, probably hiding somewhere waiting for you to nurse him back to health!" I risked being torn apart by the Lone Wolf and found Andrew, barely hanging on to life. His body was covered in wounds, not a single inch of flesh unscathed. I tried to hold his wounds, but his blood poured through my fingers—silver had destroyed his healing ability. But when he saw me cry, he comforted me instead, "I can sense Dad’s scent, Mom. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine as long as he’s around." He didn’t know, the father he adored, the one he depended on, had already abandoned him for another