Healing Hands Book Novels & Stories

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

She exclaimed, her eyes wide. "Is it that bad?" I asked and looked down at my legs just to discover that my skin was torn and I could already see my flesh. I exclaimed loudly, my voice echoing through the whole dark forest. "Oh my gosh!" The pain suddenly electrified my whole body as my eyes found it. My breathing became uneven as I looked at my leg. I managed to swim out of the river with that. Serena pushed my head back down on the grass. "Take a deep breath," she told me as she began to twist and make shapes with her hands. "I will heal your wounds."

Three years. Could I finally create again? "What?" Vincent's voice was sharp, laced with shock. "What do you mean, healed?" "Well, sir, I've been administering a saline placebo as you asked, no actual treatment. But her body seems to be healing on its own..." "You idiot!" Vincent hissed, his voice a low, furious snarl. "I told you to make sure she could never create again. What the hell did you do?" My blood ran cold. My hand...

The blood had been wiped away but there was still some discoloration around the knuckles. Placing my palm over his hand I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I began to hum. New warmth spread from my palm and into the king's hand as I summoned my power of healing once more. Although I might have been able to do it without humming, I found it helped me focus. When I released his hand and opened my eyes, he was clenching his fist and studying the back of his hand with wide eyes. "That will never cease to be amazing to me."

Quietly, I got up and put on my sneakers, I took one look at Rowena and found her fast asleep. Taking a deep breath, I slowly walked towards the couch that Melanie and she slept on. They were all fast asleep, nobody was going to notice anything and she had already removed the bandage a while ago, so I just needed my palm to touch hers, and then she would be healed. I knelt and carefully held her hand, trying to be as gentle as possible, so I wouldn’t wake her up and I closed my eyes. I could feel the light streaming from my hand to hers. The process of healing someone never caused me any severe pain, but I could still feel it in my body and sometimes when the damage was huge, I got dizzy.

Steve fell, bleeding. “Now,” Luca said, encouraging, “try healing him.” I placed my hands over the wound, focused on the injury, and recited the healing words. At first, nothing happened. I tried again, fully concentrating on the cut rather than my own body. My hands glowed, and the gash slowly vanished. Relief and laughter bubbled from all three of us. The victory was small, but sweet.

Just as we neared the cab, I heard the mansion door slam shut, the sound echoing ominously. I stopped in my tracks, sensing Ellis flinch beside me. I already knew who it was. Steeling myself, I turned around. There he stood—a wounded man. Not physically, though. His casual clothes were fine, and while he was upset, there were no visible injuries. But I could see it—the pain, the inner turmoil. He was bleeding internally, emotionally. His anguish was palpable, and it explained the oppressive sadness surrounding this place. Alexandria whimpered in my mind, recognizing his wolf’s pain. We knew it all too well.

The position left him completely exposed—legs spread, back arched, his slender cock hanging soft but twitching between his legs. Jax stepped in close behind him, his massive body radiating heat. One big hand gripped Alex’s hip hard enough to bruise while the other guided his thick cock back to the abused entrance. “Look at this hole,” he murmured, almost reverently, spreading one cheek to admire the redness. “Gaping for me already. Swollen and hungry.”

He takes his time as if we have all the time in the world. I tug at his shirt, and he helps me take it off. His skin feels warm, and his chest is solid against my palms. I trace the scars and lines I know so well. "I love your hands," he says. I look at his hands, pressed flat against him. "Why?" "Because they heal people. Because they hold me. Because they’re yours." I pull him down closer to me. We move together slowly and carefully. He’s always careful now, with the babies and my body, but tonight feels different. It’s not careful out of fear but out of a kind of reverence.

, he said and took a deep breath. “You said I have more powers as compared to other healers in other wings. What more powers do I have?”, I asked because I was damn excited for that one extra power. He laughed and said, “You can cure other humans in that particular era. You can be a help to them also.”. Before I could ask anything else, he pushed a book towards me which had the title ‘HEALERS’. “I am tired now. For any more answers read this book.”, he said and gave the book to me.