Novel & Cerita He Could Heal Me

A war‍mth pulsed fro‍m him,‌ and I felt it seep int‍o‌ my skin, soothing, knitting‌ together the raw, torn tissue whe‍re the council had pushed me to my limits. “You can heal me?” I ask‍ed soft⁠ly, disbeli‍ef tinged wi⁠th awe. “I can,‍” he murmure⁠d. “Not completely, but enough‍ to ease t⁠he pain. You‍ need strength, Ela‍r⁠a. For them. For yourself.”

He chanted my name like a prayer, like I was his only salvation. I closed my eyes, letting myself feel this long-forgotten passion. For the first time in seven years, it seemed, he needed me. He craved me. But... His lips found the broken mate's mark on my neck. And suddenly, I was cold. I am a Healer. I knew exactly what moon-frenzy did. And I knew exactly how to cure it. It didn't have to end with this. A cold shower, my healing energy... that was all it would take.

“You can save her.” I shook my head, my tears blurring my vision. “No. It’s too late. She’s gone.” “It’s not too late,” he insisted. “You have the power to heal her.” I stared at him, my mind reeling. “What are you talking about?” “Hybrids like us,” he explained, his voice calm but urgent. “We have the ability to heal others,” “That's bullshit!” “It's not. Think about it,” he said, and I turned to him. He had eyes like mine, and something about him felt familiar. Something about him made my rage subside, and all that was left was just sadness.

I swallowed hard, trying to feel everything I could because this was tricky, and I knew it would take most of my energy, but I was ready to sacrifice this much. "If you can't. Feel free to tell me, you should know that whether or not you heal her, nothing changes, okay?" He said, trying to assure me. I smiled, warmly before letting out a long sigh, "I can heal her," I assured

"Ow!" "You have been very careless about her. She's pregnant for goodness' sake. Why are you acting like she's not your responsibility? I want you to take her back home right now!" She snapped. "Mom, I am here to help your father-in-law. I know it is odd to hear this from me, but I have the to power to heal him," I revealed. "The power to heal him? I don't understand," She looked sincerely confused. "I have the power to remove the dark energy that causes the sickness. A number of people have been healed by my power including one of Jayden's trusted guards," I revealed further.

A sight of him alone would do that trick. I considered the possibility that he would be healed, but then I remembered that I was a healer. My air magic gave me the ability to heal. There was a way I could channel my air magic to renew and replace dead cells, broken tissues and broken muscles, even bones and flesh. But then, they wasn't ever a way to rebuild broken body parts, and I was very sure his tongue has been completely severed from his mouth, because part of his tongue lay on the ground here before me.

he muttered, but I didn’t believe him for a second. “You’re not,” I snapped, grabbing his arm gently and helping him to the nearest couch. My hands were already glowing with warmth, my healing power sparking through my fingers. “What happened?” His head lolled back, and I could feel the tension in his muscles as I worked to close the worst gashes across his chest and shoulder.

he says. I feel my cheeks turn pink and I look away. I hate the reminder of what that vile man did to me last night. “I can heal you,” he says gently. I turn and look at him. “If you want me too, I can heal you. He hasn’t said I can’t and if he doesn’t know, he won’t know to tell me I can’t,” he says. “Will it hurt?” I ask. “No. It will feel like warm water flowing through your body. You may feel the need to pee afterwards,” he says and this time, his small smile is genuine.

Our eyes meet, and in that fleeting moment, I see vulnerability etched across his face, like a plea for salvation from his torment. "Lucian," I murmur, my voice trembling with emotion, "I command you to heal. Your body is strong, and your spirit is resilient. Break free from whatever holds you back and embrace the healing power within you." Time seems to slow as my words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of my belief. His eyes reflect a whirlwind of emotions—pain, hope, and perhaps a glimmer of relief. At that moment, it's as if we are suspended in a delicate dance, the threads of our connection pulling him from the precipice of suffering.

his eyes shone with a determined light, "even though my power is damaged, I'm still the best healer in this family. I can recover with you, get stronger with you." "What do you mean?" He gently squeezed my hand. "Let's get stronger together, okay? I'll be with you every step of the way."