Andrew Wommack Healing Novels & Stories

"But I can change now. Starting now. I want to be a real father to Bella and Lily. And to you." "A real father," I repeated. "Yes. Sober. Present. Actually there." He pulled something from his pocket. "This is my thirty-day chip. From Pathways Recovery. I earned it. Every single day." He held out a bronze medallion. Bella reached for it, examining it closely. "It's real," she whispered. "It's real. I'm real. This time is different." Andrew's voice was passionate now. "I've been going to AA meetings every day. Got a sponsor. Got a job at a bookstore in Brooklyn. I'm rebuilding my life."

“Anna, please this is my only wish. Mandy should learn to love your son at least before I d-die. That way I could leave at ease.” “Alright.” Anna Branford was still skeptical but she agreed. She knew that she could not do anything but obey her best friend. In the afternoon, Mandy was having her afternoon nap when Andrew came home. Andrew glanced at his lovely wife with a smile on his lips as he reminisced the sweet memory of last night. Then, he gently walked outside the room and went to the library. He was busy searching for great doctors in different parts of the world. He found out that there was a case abroad where terminal cancer was cured.

Watching the territorial anarchy unfold, Andrew’s brows slammed together in a lethal frown. "Matriarch Barbara witnessed the desecration of her son's memory through the mind-link and suffered a violent spiritual regression. The pack healers are currently trying to stabilize her lifeforce," Daniel continued, his voice tight. Andrew’s face darkened with absolute fury. He threw the heavy wolf-skins off his legs and swung his boots onto the cold stone floor, ignoring the blood starting to seep through his fresh bindings. I stepped forward immediately, bracing my shoulder against his massive frame to steady his weight, terrified that his raw silver-wounds would tear completely open. "Let my wolf

Morrison It’s been three weeks since the attack that cost Uncle Andrew his life. He was doing well for the first week and a half but then his health deteriorated. Mom, Nalmyra, and Petra could not figure out why he was getting ill again. They tried everything but none of it worked. He passed away four days ago. We had decided to move the location of our pack a week before. We had made the decision to return to the Hillside Shadow packs land. Uncle Andrew and Liam had taken over that pack a few years prior and had instilled a new alpha to watch over the pack. Gordon was not truly an alpha but Uncle Andrew gave him the mission of acting as one until either he or I would come back and t

With each passing second, I can sense Andrew’s condition improving, his breathing becoming steady, and his grip on my hand growing stronger. A warm glow envelops us both, filling the room with a sense of peace and hope. I realize then that my love for Andrew has unlocked a gift within me—one that has the power to heal and protect those I care about most. “She is a healer of souls.” I hear someone whisper in awe, but my focus remains solely on Andrew, channeling all of my energy into helping him recover. As I continue to concentrate on our connection, I feel a surge of energy flowing through me, strengthening our bond and speeding up his healing process. It is a moment of pure magic and love,

There’s something coiled and dangerous in the way he’s moving, like a wild animal barely restraining itself. The lack of response is starting to unnerve me, so I babble on. “He’s been expanding the business, you know. Says there’s a huge demand in the human settlements for natural remedies. People are tired of the harsh medicines the regular doctors push. Andrew thinks we could help a lot of people with proper herbal treatments.”

He says it so smoothly it almost convinces me too. The press conference happens on the fourth day, cameras lined up along our driveway, my father in a suit like nothing happened, like there isn't still a healing cut above his eyebrow he's covered with concealer for the cameras. "I want to thank the authorities and my own security team for their swift work in resolving this," he says, like he's practiced every word before saying it. "Several individuals have been apprehended and handed over to the proper authorities. My family and I are simply grateful to be whole again."

She stirs for a moment but then settles back into the comforter and breathes a sigh. When I exit the room, Jacob is leaning against the wall across the hall, waiting patiently. He stands up straight and walks over to me, and in silence, we walk down the hallway to the stairs. “Give me the news,” “Bea is going to be fine. Abigail… time will tell.” “And Andrew? And Emal?” Jacob looks down and shakes his head. “Andrew is… he is different from us. His healing doesn’t appear to be the same. His mate, Sarah, arrived. Actually, the rest of your freak show arrived. No offense.” Jacob says, instantly looking guilty.

"Come join me soon, okay?" "Okay." Kai's gaze became intense as he watched the car gradually drive away. He said inwardly, 'Lana, I owe you a huge debt, so I'll pay it by having the real Andrew return to your side. I'll heal him and give him back to you!' Previously, Andrew's heart had stopped pumping, but Kai managed to save him in time. Unfortunately, Andrew's condition was still not optimistic, so he had been sent to Kai's mentor's hospital, and was now undergoing treatment.

"Look, I've known Zach for so long. That man is broken." Her heart tightened and she felt breathless. Zach had wounds so deep that even she could not comprehend. She could do nothing but feel her heart weeping for him. "How do you think...How do you think wounds can be healed?" she asked. Andrew grinned showing off his perfect teeth. "I believe time heals everything," he said. "But how can I heal him?" she asked. "How can I heal his wounds?"