Heal Soul Novels & Stories

It was certainly an extraordinary book. Alex used his soul power as a healing method, summoning Zharvakko talismans and inserting them into her soul. Half an hour later, Shirley regained consciousness and looked at Alex. “Did you enter my mind?” Alex shrugged. “I didn’t look through your memories.” Using this method to heal one’s soul had consequences. Healing a soul with a soul would cause their minds to cross. If he didn’t enter her mind, he wouldn’t be able to search for the wound.

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to calm down and shut my wolf. “Damn it.” I curled in pain after forcefully subduing my wolf. The pain was immeasurable. It was like I was being torn apart from the inside. We were taught how to subdue our wolves, but it wasn’t advisable to do frequently because it was believed to ruin our souls. It took almost an hour to recover, and it was still painful, but I could step out of the car to breathe. I feel suffocated until now, and my emotions are all over the place.

“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…

Eventually, I could move so naturally that I didn't seem any different from other people with two functioning legs. I was drenched in sweat, but I felt a joy I hadn't felt in forever. Little by little, I was regaining what I had lost. Now that I could move about freely again, I started to rebuild my life. I refused to remain trapped in the past. I returned to university and pursued psychology, something I had always been interested in. I attended a foreign university and shared a classroom with people of different nationalities. The sunlight poured through the tall glass windows and warmed my body. That was the moment when it finally sank in—my soul had truly come back to life.

Wounds that nothing could heal except vengeance. My fingers tightened around the remote. I would remain dead, just as they wanted. But I would return when the time was right—and I would serve them the evil they had dished out to me. That was another vow, signed with blood and tears. One month later I was rejected again. I let out a sigh and slumped onto the single couch in the middle of my apartment. The place still smelled of fresh paint, every sound echoing off bare walls. After being discharged from the hospital, I left London. There was no point staying in a city where I was supposed to be dead.

Sensing the unfavorable atmosphere, Barrister Tom took his lift first before Richard and Ciara interwined their hands as they exited the room, leaving Shiela stunned. After they left, Shiela struggled to come to terms with the fact that she was now divorced. Overwhelmed with emotion, she collapsed to the floor and wept. When Richard mentioned a big surprise for her on their one-year anniversary, she was overwhelmed with Joy and boom the suprise turnout to be the be dumping her. Suddenly, her phone rang and it was Doctor Shem on the other end. Sheila's heart raced as she answered the call, fearing the worst. "Your mother's condition is critical, and I'm worried. I need you to come to the hosp

I whispered. “Souls are the energy that moves us to live. I gave you the power to heal the wounds of the soul, those in pain can be saved with your touch. You have the ability to take their suffering away and restore their hearts. But choose wisely on whom to use your gift, Vivianne, not everybody is worthy of saving and you could be tainted with their dark soul.” Dumbstroke, I nodded and repeated in a mumble all she had just said. “Time to go back to sleep, my dear, you need to rest to gain back your strength.”

“Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin stood up and looked around until his eyes met mine. Then he knelt in front of the chapel as the rain began to pour again. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds parting for the blood moon to emerge. And the chatting became louder. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin slit his wrists with the spirit sword and allowed the blood to drip on the stairs of the chapel. And we all heard a rumbling sound apart from the sound of thunder as Darka emerged from beneath the chapel. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!”

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.

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it