Healing Hands Books Novels & Stories

“Hold on, I’ll get it wrapped up.” “No need.” I said. Squeezing my hand shut, I focused my energy on my hand and healing it. It only took a few minutes and my hand looked like it was days old and completely scabbed over. “Damn.” Dax said. “Being me as it’s perks, I guess.” accelerated healing as always comes in handy.

Then his eyes landed on me. “You too.” “But—” I winced. “Out. Now.” His eyes dropped to my charred fingers. Only then did I notice how badly they had been shaking all this time. Why are my hands trembling? Is it because of the divine burns? Taking a deep breath, I clenched my fists tighter. Why? Why won’t they stop? Terror lodged like a knot in my chest when I realized the burns had nothing to do with it. For a healer, hands were their identity, their tools, their everything.

He said coldly and I bit my bottom lip. My eyes widened when I saw the cuts on his arms. There was a huge claw scratch on his left arm, it seemed like it was yet to be treated and this heightened the risk of it getting infected. I instantly grabbed his arm, taking a look at it. "What are you……." He tried to protest but I didn't let him. "You're wounded and it needs to be treated." I told him and searched around. Luckily, there was a first aid kit on the table beside me so I quickly grabbed a wipe and some hydrogen peroxide.

, 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.

Patient #138. Her pen scratched across the parchment in her journal. She had lost track of the days, immersed in herbal formulations, energy mapping, and emotional balancing. Healing, she had learned in this life, wasn’t always about cells regenerating. Sometimes, healing came from listening. Sometimes, it was simply giving the soul a reason to stay.

Under soft sheets and dim light, they surrendered to something tender and electric a kiss for every broken promise, a caress for every stolen moment. > Sera (whisper): “It doesn’t fix the past. But it feels like healing.” Lucien brushed hair from her face. > Lucien: “We’ll take our healing public. And then we’ll make it real.” Morning came as routine. Henry Sr. joined them at breakfast, tears in his eyes for the first time. > Henry Sr.: “I put the override in… because I couldn’t bear to watch you destroy everything.” He slammed his fist on the table. > Henry Sr.:

“Are you kidding me? I could barely answer complications of an appendectomy, and now you’re giving me books the size of encyclopedias?” “You said you wanted to prove yourself, didn’t you?” I exhaled loudly, staring at the books in my arms. The scent of fresh pages somehow calmed me. Like opening a new chapter, maybe, a fresh start. But Liam wasn’t done. He grabbed several more and dumped them into my already full arms. “This is orthopedic basics. This one’s minor surgery. And this, surgical anatomy of the head and neck.” “LIAM!” I almost shouted. “I need two more hands to carry all this!”

It was a laughter filled with a one-of-a-kind warmth, which spread to his eyes. His blue eyes were now sparkling, infecting her face with a smile. She felt him relax for a while before the phone rang again. Just on time as he had taken his last pill. “Thank you, Nurse, I’ll see you during dinner.” Saying this, he picked up the phone as she cleared up and left. **** Savannah spent the next hour going over her books as well as books in Mr. Andrew’s library. His library had more medical books than he thought normal for a businessman.

There were many good books in this library and Steve was enjoying himself as he read through some of them. His favourite was Werewolves: Origins. It intrigued him because the author was unknown which gave the book more mystery. He also noticed some books and was certain Emma had read them. Healing with Magic. The Cure is Everywhere. Steve also noticed that the authors were anonymous. It was as if the library only kept books of mysterious authors. It piqued his interest and made him wonder how Emma’s father had gotten his hands on these books.

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.