Healing Hands Book Novels & Stories

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 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.

“This one. Can you get it, please?” Daniel’s hand wrapped around the spine, then he tugged it out and handed it to Rosemary. As she walked back to the table, she hurriedly flipped through it, then tapped her fingers on it and smiled. She set it in front of Daniel as she hovered over his shoulder. “They’re the original Healers, the ones witches like me learned from. They can heal the most deadly wound with just their touch and drive out darkness with a wave of their hand.” She shook her head and twisted her lips as her fingers traced the ancient words. “When they are working, using their healing touch, they glow as bright as the sun. Can you just imagine?”

He laid out his hand to Clara, asking for hers. Healer Reed’s hand was warm. Clara could feel the pulse of energy coming from it. He swished his other hand where a gaping hole showed up in empty air, pulling a wooden staff from it. He used it to trace a circle around her, inscribing letters and symbols she once encountered from a book.

For some, she had to cut into me a little, as my heightened healing factor was attempting to mend my skin around the glass. I didn’t need a degree in medicine to know that having glass shards within my palm was deeply unhealthy. Amber, in full Healer mode, was methodical in her process. She touched every part of my hand, massaging gently, as if attempting to feel if there was any glass left under the skin. She found a few more stray pieces. All the while, I stood still, allowing her to do as she wished while watching blandly. When she finally seemed satisfied, she washed my hand once more. Then, with a paper towel from the nearby paper towel dispenser, she lightly wiped the water from my han

The word seemed to be stuck in my throat and I try to get my voice back to normal. My breath hitches as he moves his hands higher under my shirt. His shaky hands lightly grip my hips, massaging every inch of my body. I don't think I've ever seen him this nervous before. Fairies naturally have healing magic. This is something he's known his whole life... But I'm pretty sure this is the first time he's healed a girl before.

Without hesitation, I placed my left hand in his. “Don’t kill me, just watch,” he tells Edgar. Kristopher cuts the side of my hand. It doesn’t hurt. I have experienced cuts on my hands many times before. Edgar growls and reaches for Kristopher. “Wait,” I tell him as I put my spare hand on his chest. Kristopher cups my cut hand. Seconds later, he releases me. My hand is healed. Kristopher held up his hand, revealing a cut on his left hand just like the cut that was on mine. “You’re a healer?” I said, not quite believing what I was seeing. Magical healers are rare. Very rare.

Weeks become months. The book grows. It becomes a document of everything that comes after the first book. It becomes a chronicle of healing that isn't neat or linear. It's messy. It's full of setbacks and breakthroughs. It's the real version of what happens when you decide to stay and do the work. One day I finish a chapter about the therapy work. About Dr. Voss and the specific grace of having someone guide you through your own healing. I read it to Dominic and he listens without interrupting.

“That would be on the list, sure. The healer must be observant, notice every, even insignificant detail in the patient. Let's say a sailor with a blackened fingernail comes to you, what is it? A consequence of a strong blow or necrosis? That's what you have to find out by colour, smell and sensations. I saved my father's finger from an inexperienced ill-doctor, who wanted to chop it off, and all it took was a tincture and long-term care. In our business, the main thing is to treat the patient as yourself. Johann liked the way Lavon talked about healing. There was genuine kindness in his voice, and a pleasant face was endearing. The shepherd also noted clean, very neat hands and Mortus caught

Sarah’s words reminded me that the power to heal was within me all along; I just needed to tap into it and believe in my own strength. “You are the healer of souls, and you have the ability to bring light and life back into those who are suffering,” she said, her voice filled with conviction. “Just hold your father’s hand and feel the energy flowing through you. Trust in yourself and in the power of love to heal.” With those words, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and reached out to hold my father’s hand, ready to embrace my role as a healer and bring him back from the brink of death.