Healing Hands Book Novels & Stories

I added, reaching out my hands. My hands shook as I held them out, placing them over the wound in his small, fragile chest. The hilt of that awful knife sticking up between my palms. Endless moments followed as I concentrated, moments filled with Andy’s rough sobs while Nathan tried to console him. “Ssh, Andy,” he said. “Just hold still. Try not to move. Please, son, save your energy.” I heard him as if from a distance, focusing all of my energy into the scan I was doing with my healing abilities.

“Tell me everything.” I did. She listened with the full attention she gives when it matters, especially when it’s about people she loves. When I finished, she was quiet for a second. “He’s going to help people,” she said. “Yeah,” I said. “I think he is.” “With his hands,” she added, almost laughing. “Literally with his hands.” “Apparently.” She looked up at the ceiling, half smiling. “That is so, Max. Fox houses, toast under the door, and now healing people with his hands. Of course, that’s what his ability turned into.”

I couldn’t save him; I didn’t even know what was wrong with him. How am I supposed to be the healer of the pack when I can’t even figure out what’s killing my people? I looked down at my hands. They were supposed to be healing hands. That’s what everyone called them. The miracle hands. The hands of light. But today… they were useless.

But I knew that he had to be hurting inside. “Place your leg on my lap,” I told him as I moved to face him properly. Clay followed my order silently and then, I moved my fingers over his wound with feather light hands, making sure not to make direct contact with the flesh. The tips of my fingers began to glow a faint golden as the power inside me took shape. I heard Clay sigh as the pain eased, as the healing power worked its way through his bones. I’ve also heard other healers say that it had a calming feeling to it. Like being healed by a healer also gave the patient a sense of inner peace.

Eddie wanted to let her know he was there. Ms. Daisy reached down and laid her hand on Carols head and started praying. The laying on of hands is a religious practice. Faith healing is the practice of prayer and gestures such as laying on of hands that are believed by people to elicit divine intervention in spiritual and physical healing. Believer asset that the healing of disease and disability can be brought about by religious faith through prayer. Ms. Daisy believed that the Lord could heal Carol. Jesus told his followers to heal the sick and stated that signs such as healing are evidence of faith. The apostle Paul believed healing is one of the extraordinary gifts of the Holy Spirit.

"Elara." She set the book aside. “Yes?” “I’m scared.” “Of what?” “That I’ll lose this. You.” “You won’t,” she said softly, moving to sit beside him. He looked at her like she was the only thing left holding him to the earth. His voice trembled. “What if I’m never fully healed?” She placed her hand on his chest, right over his heart. “You are healing. Every day. You’re already more than what they left behind.”

My hand slid lower, tracing the sensitive skin just above her elbow. “Sometimes,” she replied smoothly, turning to face the crowd while her free hand brushed my thigh under the podium’s cover. “The healer must identify the exact source of tension. A deep throbbing tension that refuses to release. It takes a firm hand and relentless focus.” Her fingers danced higher, dangerously close to where I was already hardening beneath my pants. I stifled a low growl, leaning closer as we pretended to discuss case studies. “And what if the patient fights the treatment? Clenches around it, trying to deny how good it feels to be filled with exactly what they need?”

the blonde said as if reading my impatience. I could feel my wounds gradually closing. The pain started to fade away and I could open my eyes wider. I needed to see if I could move my body, as I tried to raise my left hand. One of the women healing me flinched when my hand shot up slowly, and I didn’t understand why. My hand trembled as I moved it, but as it got into my line of vision, I could see the darkness had already left my hand, revealing my skin with blood pulsing through my veins.

Both of us have met an accident we wouldn’t be able to crawl from if we didn’t fight back. The Head Healer held my face in her warm, calloused hands. She closed her eyes and muttered a prayer. The other Healer renewed my wounded hand’s wrapping. And though both hurt, both brought me serenity just like how Kal is now resting soundly on our bed. He’s no longer thrashing nor moaning nor screaming. Both of his hands are on his stomach and he’s now breathing evenly. My mind became peaceful too, thanks to the Head Healer’s warmth and healing magic.

“Sir, it has been one hell of a ride, having to stay off the work I love while transitioning into a different reality and future, far from the one I'd envisioned for myself, but I dare not complain. Everything happens for a reason.” “I hope you give yourself enough grace because healing takes time, and I also hope you pay deaf ears to what anyone around here has to say. Their opinions are as useless as a public holiday on a Saturday.” “I appreciate your kindness and concern and for granting me access here again. Not everyone is granted such a rare privilege.”