Heal Soul Novels & Stories

Instant privacy. We manage to calm her down enough to take her inside and I send for one of the royal healers. It may be too late for the pup, but I can try to restore her health a bit . Her soul will be empty without her mate, so I don't know how much it will help, but it's worth a shot. After what seems like a few hours, the healer has arrived and gotten her cleaned up and in bed. She is out cold, but sobbing in her sleep from the broken bond and loss of her child.

They nurtured the growth of celestial flora, whose blossoms radiated celestial energy, spreading healing and harmony throughout the realms. The celestial guardians worked tirelessly, tending to the wounded and broken. They offered solace and guidance to those who had lost hope, reminding them of the eternal presence of light even in the darkest of times. Luna became known as the Celestial Healer, her touch carrying the power to mend not just physical wounds but also the wounded spirits of those they encountered.

But Payal turned to the other side. Rakesh got up and brought the violin from inside the camp and started playing it. First its tune was light and calm and later it turned up and its tune and melody just started mixing an environment, running stream, tall trees and calm greens. Payal was feeling this tune. Like it was anchored her heart and she felt like current is running down her spine. She was feeling every single wave disturbance by this tune. As Rakesh stoped playing the tune. And as Payal switched off from her imaginations. She shouted "shit, its burned out"

I am afraid of my demons wanting to sling her on my shoulders and take her back to the penthouse and show her how much I missed her but the small and sane part of me hissed at me to keep my ugly parts and demons away from her and the beautiful moments we are breathing in. Fay Moore is the only one who encourages that sane part of me to grow big and pushes away the demons lurking in front.

He said cutting me off. The funny thing is, I'm a healer. But Healers can't heal themselves but we heal faster that others. Kayden lead me inside the pack house and into the other healers clinic. The old woman great me with pleasure. She's one of the two Healers residing here in SilverMoon pack. Kayden patiently waiting until Imelda finished her work and excused herself. "You need to be ready anytime Adellee. You never turn your back into your enemy." He said.

The old woman was very distressed and could not help but vent her frustration. "Trevor, I know you are in pain and you are going through a lot, but you should at least take care of your health. You said you wanted to heal your heart and get back to your partner, how are you going to do that when you are like this? Look at the state you are in! Come, sit down quickly and drink this soup, it will give you some nourishment."

My blood went into Sophia's mouth and into her throat. Suddenly, Sophia's body went rigid, and light burst from every pore. The black lines on her skin began to quickly retreat as if they had been exorcised from her body. The healing was brutally painful as my blood was mending her body and soul. Sophia let out low growls repeatedly. That was her Wolf Soul being stitched back together by force. At the same time, I could feel the power inside me draining fast. With every drop of blood that left my body, my mind grew a little more hazy.

And something inside him… shattered. "Alexei…" I said quietly, watching him closely. "Are you sure?" "No," he admitted. "But I need her." "Just don’t wake her up." "I can’t promise that, Pavel." Then he kissed her. And when his lips met hers, her light touched him. It didn’t just wrap around him—it pierced through him. Tore him open. And what spilled out wasn’t tenderness… it was darkness. The rawest part of him, the one he always tried to hide even from me, but that I had always known. His soul recognized her. His body claimed her. There was no logic. No restraint.

Southhope City was a place with beautiful scenery and a pleasant culture. Nevertheless, no matter how picturesque a place was, it could not cure the pain of being broke. Thanks to a friend's recommendation, I found a job as a model. First thing the next morning, I stood at the door to an artist's studio. To my surprise, the artist did not look like the image of a typical artist I had in my mind. The pale-looking Matthias Finley had black-framed glasses perched on his nose and wore a casual cotton shirt and pants that gave him the bearing of a stoic man.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.