Heal Soul Novels & Stories

He gazes upon me with black eyes and cool demeanor. “How do I know you are a true healer? For all I know, the rumors of you being human could be real!” Rumors? Didn’t know there were rumors about me. That is a bit unsettling. I was done with this a**hat’s attitude. I stomp over to him and grab his hand and squeeze tight. A small glow of light came from our connection, and I heard a sharp intake of breath. I close my eyes and search for a simple gray cloud. As much as I don’t want to heal anything from this b*stard, I guess I have to prove my integrity just for face sake. I find a small gray bubble towards the back of his realm and look inside. I see a battle going on and he is fighting a rog

"She did. She said the soul was very weak and could fade away at any moment. Only you can help her now, Madaline." Madaline's face fell. She flew faster, reaching her palace. She entered and saw Sylph and the other fairies surrounding a soul filled with holes. Madaline flew to her right away. "What kind of irresponsible God will hurt his Saintess so much?" She asked, furious. She immediately wrapped the soul in a barrier and began healing it. However, the more she healed the soul, the more magic leaked from it. The soul was in a very unstable state and it didn't look recent. There was a substantial part of the soul missing, like it was an aggregation of just stray pieces. Madaline soon recal

Before he created another damage. But he wasn’t here for devastation this time; he was here to heal. Both himself and her. “Don’t do this to us,” he pleaded. “There is no us, Devin Crighton. Leave me alone!” “I can’t do that Ana,” he whispered in a voice so husky that he could hardly recognize as his own. “I simply can’t get away from you. I am trying to save our relationship, if ever there’s a hope for us to have one.”

A couple of seconds later, he said, "You are not incorrect." "The lady's soul has been severely damaged. It is the reason why she can't fully tap the power of her soul." "Usually, broken souls are extremely hard to heal. However, I saw that her soul is healing on its own. This is the reason why she fell asleep like that." "How long will it be until she fully recovers?" I asked. 'Amna' shook his head. "I cannot say. Her soul is healing on its own. The faster she recovers her power, the faster her soul will be healed," he said.

But I know one thing that HEALING is a Process , long time process and I'll surely get heal and come out of His HELL . Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️

I was afraid of what I might have created… To understand what's going on, I need to find Evelara first. But where? Where did she go? My gaze sharply went through the maps spread across the table. Borders, territories, ancient paths. I leaned over them, searching for something, anything. Just a clue and that's all. And then I saw it… Healing Soul Tribe. A thread I had overlooked until now. I dug deeper, pulling older documents, forgotten alliances. Patterns emerged slowly, yet unmistakably. “The Healing Soul has always followed the Mount Healers,” I muttered. “Even after the fall… They did not carry magic, yes, but they follow the mount healers in a scared way.”

Eldon commanded, giving her a sympathetic look while holding the crystal out between the body and soul. "Please don't do this, Eldon! I'm begging you!" She crouched next to the body. How terribly sad… She looks like she could cry at any second. "I'm so sorry Karen… But you're not done growing yet." She bowed her head for a moment and then nodded in defeat. In the blink of an eye, the soul vanished, and the crystal in his hand shone with a bright purple light for a few seconds, then faded altogether. She disappeared. "Excellent! Let me heal your wounds now… Healing Serenity." All of the wounds vanished in a few seconds. "Now, Soul Revival!" Eldon said, tossing the crystal towards the body.

His throat worked as he tried to find words, but he said nothing. The healer didn’t wait. She placed a carved stone bowl in my hands, turning with glowing liquid as the color of a pale starlight. “Drink it,” she commanded. I turned, my eyes flickering between Kaelen and her. “What does it do?” The healer’s eyes met mine. “It unlocks the truth buried in your soul, in your bones. It will reveal who you truly are….and in doing so, awaken what lies dormant in your daughter.” “She’s dying,” I whispered. “If this helps her…..if it saves her….then I’ll do it.” Kaelen stiffened behind me.

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S

It’s not until Kurt makes this animalistic keening sound, that of a beast that is mortally wounded, that I break out of the trance that seems to have taken hold of me. Immediately, I’m on my knees, using my healing magick to take away some of his physical ache. Though that’s not what’s causing him pain. It’s that his soul is literally being ripped apart, the section that fit perfectly with Fatima slashed open and fraying. That’s something that only two beings in this world can fix: Fatima by taking back her rejection and Selene by remolding his soul to fit with another she-wolf. I don’t realize how badly he’s screaming or the scene that we’ve caused until Fatima’s parents run out of the h