Healing Hands Book Novels & Stories

I felt like I got thrown into the fire when he held my hand and placed it on his cheek. "R--Roam, what are you--" He shut his eyes and gently caressed his thumb on the back of my hand. "Shh. Forget first aid. Your touch will heal me faster." "Huh?" My forehead creased. "What do you mean--" My eyes widened and shock hit me like a lightning bolt when his cuts slowly healed. What the hell? Did God just promoted me as a freaking faith healer?! This was the craziest thing I'd ever seen!

Roonie is still unconscious in bed, but his skin improved, and his vitals are balanced. She comes like this everyday to read him books, and she enjoys it so much. She set down the three books and picked one, then she opened it and sighed. "I know you can't hear me, but at least... your subconscious should connect with me. I finished reading Harry Potter to you yesterday, and today, it's a book about flowers, titled... BEAUTIES" She said, glancing at him. She stretched her right hand to him and held his right hand with it, rubbing it softly.

she shares with the group quietly. Everyone is intensely listening to Jenna as they are curious how the healing works. “If I healed you, then you would have felt warmth and a sense of peace come over your body. For me I absorb your pain or injury. If you have a broken arm, I have a broken arm. If you have a cut, I have that same injury although you may not see the blood. I then need time to heal myself, which can take hours or days depending on the severity of the injury.

he protested. "Always think positively, after all, it'll benefit both of us," Sheila chimed in, placing a reassuring hand on Richard's shoulder. "Okay, we'll give it a try and see," Richard said, his tone resigned. As Alexander arrived at the hospital, he made his way to Doctor Clemson's office where he sat down anxiously and awaited the results from the lab. Suddenly, the door creaked open and a nurse entered, handing Doctor Clemson a file and left in a haste. Alexander watched as the doctor's expression changed, causing a sense of unease to wash over him.

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

That was the last thing I remember when it all went dark. What felt like ages later, I felt soft hands on mine, and they were getting warmer by the second. A smooth flow of comfortable energy flowed through me, which confused me, but I had no sensation of fear or danger. Whatever this was, it provided an enveloping sense of strength and…healing. Was this what it felt like to be healed? I searched my mind for the one responsible and could not see anything. My heart searches for the healing energy, but it is difficult. There seems to be something blocking it. Something is keeping the healing tether from connecting me to this person healing me.

"I want to know a little more about your abilities. The only thing I know about humans is that they have this... particular scent, not very pleasant, but you don't seem to share it. And I've never heard of human healers or anything like that. I still think there's something particular about you, you are different.” "Thank you, that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received," I blurt out, trying not to squeal with excitement, "There are no human healers. Or at least none like me. I used to call myself a psychic, Rio is the one who said I could be a healer and the word sounded perfect for me. I can heal energies and bad feelings, so it makes sense." "Well, lucky for you, I know a healer. She ca

My mind conjured images of Father, holding my hands and refusing to let me heal him; of my hands glowing then stopping. No more. I was wolf-less, but I was a healer, just like mother. I couldn’t save my fathers, but if my blood could save my mate, it could also save my knight. I’m not giving up on you. Feeling the warmth all over my body, I pulled it all into my hands. I felt a strange sensation run through my skin, like electricity shooting through me. My palms felt warm as more warmth gathered, then it began to heat up more. I couldn’t hear anything anymore. I focused on my hands, the sensations getting more and more prickly until it felt like a thousand needles were pricking my skin, but

I cried out as I nursed my charred hand. The bars must be laced with silver, aconite or a combination of the two. “Ember are you awake? Ember wake up, I need you to heal our hand so it doesn’t get infected. Ember please talk to me.” I shouted at her but I didn’t get a response. I pushed myself up off the ground with my one good hand while nursing my other hand against my chest. When

I whispered because I sensed the edge and sadness in his voice as he spoke. He waved it aside and went over to pick up the paintbrush that he’d dropped when he’d rushed to come to embrace me. He placed the brush on the table and gestured to the paintings once more. “In those dreams, these are what I see also. In the darkness, a woman is stretching her hand out, offering to rescue me from it all. I wake up trembling and the only thing I can do is paint the hope of salvation.”