Heal Soul Novels & Stories

He held gazes with me for a moment before nodding in resignation. " Well then, you should go back to sleep and rest well. It will help a lot." He rose from the bed and helped me lay back down. I winced from the throbbing coming from my injured side. I guess my mental health wasn't the only the affected this time. Jake brought the cover from the floor and placed it over me again before walking out of the room. I closed my eyes and hoped, prayed silently that the rest of the night could go without any more nightmare but of course I didn't deserve relief.

That year, I fell in love. I watch as the stars glow and the wind howled. It's as if I'm still here, body, mind, and soul. Even in the afterlife, he has so much of me. Does he even think of me? When he learned of my demise, did he even shed a tear? I shook my head as memories start to flood all over again. Flashes of our days together, me and Devon running down the stairs of the school's fire exit so he could kiss me deeply and whisper things like, "God you're so beautiful Hannah, I'm so crazy for you..." and I would kiss him back with the same need and passion because I felt it. He was beautiful, magnificent, he was my soulmate...but, why am I alone now? Cold and dead and he was there slumb

I choke quietly with her story. Kelly returns with the ointment and sits next to me in our chair. She opens my shirt enough to reveal the scar on my chest. She gingerly rubs the ointment around the stitches and meets my eyes. I let out a relieved breath from the pain dulling down and she fastens up the buttons. She rests her head on my shoulder and reaches inside my shirt to stroke the scar from Katie. I shutter a calming breath and close my eyes. I felt as sleep started taking over and let out a relaxed sigh. I feel Kelly kiss my cheek as sleep takes over.

“I thought you absorbed their pain.” He shook his head. “That’s not how it works. I can’t explain … when I heal someone, I give them a little bit of myself – it’s like a…psychic connection. It feels like…I tear a piece of my soul off and give it to them, and in return, they give me a bit of their soul – if it's successful, they give me the good part, but if it’s not…I get to have the tortured bit, because it relieves some of their suffering. It heals in time, but when I have to do it repeatedly, like tonight…after a while, our connection was so profound that it felt like we had become one. I had no more good parts to give her, she died afraid…and, because we were so strongly connected, I fel

There was the Foundry of Souls, where the Disputed made and threw away species. Some people welcomed Kael with arms. Others were angry and scared. A few asked him to leave because their pain was too fresh. Kael respected every response. "You can't make people be ready, " he said to Alexander. "Healing is not something you can schedule. It is a process. We just have to keep offering the chance and trust that everyone will take it someday." Alexander watched Kael work. He felt proud and scared at the time. Kael was doing something. He was telling the truth. Being kind.. The Council was moving fast.

Celia began softly, her voice raspy, “this place… It’s suffocating you. Every hallway whispers Zayn’s name, every glance reminds you of what could’ve been. You’ll never heal here.” Jada’s eyes dropped to her hands. The ache in her chest deepened. Celia reached over, her thin fingers curling around her daughter’s wrist. “Go abroad. Enroll in one of the programs I’ve been arranging for you. Leave this weight behind. Start fresh.” Jada’s lip trembled. “And leave you?”

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?” Maria giggled, her fingers stroking his arm as she murmurs something into his ear. Tears threaten to spill, but I refused to let them see me break. I push through the doors, my heels clicking against the marbled floor as I went to the restroom. Inside, I collapse against the sink, sobbing silently. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice broke through my pain. “Hi, I’m Stefan—” I looked up with clouded eyes. “Stefan Andres?!!! CEO of The Wealth Club?!”. I widened my eyes in shock, with my lips parted and looking lost at him.

“The dead leave marks when they walk the land. Marks that don’t heal on their own.” “And you know how to... what, unmark it?” “Something like that,” I murmured. He stepped back, giving me space. “I’ll just... stand here in awe, then.” I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing. This was old magic. Healing wasn’t just stitching wounds or brewing herbs. It was connection—between soul and soil, between intention and the memory of the land. My lips began to move, almost on their own. The words were ancient, not from any spellbook. They came from somewhere deeper—from the part of me that Grimkeeper had awakened.

' Raven asked with concern in her voice. 'He is fairly okay now. I had to stop trying to get into their head so that my wolf could recover. Every time I tried to move on them, the witch would discover and have me injected again. Then the healing process would start all over again. It was really humiliating,' he said shaking his head as if he was trying to dispell the thought from his mind. 'That is all in the past now. From here on, we all move ahead,' dad said smiling at Raven's dad.

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"