Healing Is Here Novels & Stories

To bring him back into my arms. "Please…please come back to me,” I whisper to him, unable to stop the tears streaming down my face. I focus again on healing him, willing my power to work. This time, I push even further. I imagine all of my energy flowing directly into him, filling every inch of his being until it's overflowing and flooding out from under me. I refuse to let him go, holding onto the hope that maybe somehow I can still make it happen.

She smiles at me but my concern is for my brother. "He is doing great actually. The doctors gave him a clean bill of health." She tells me. "I made sure of that when he was born. You all might have forgotten but my healing abilities surpass a doctor performing science." I say and they both nod their heads in understanding. "Let me take you to the house. I'm sure the alpha has things to do." The luna says to me as she walks me out of the office. We get in to her car and she drives off.

The old woman was very distressed and could not help but vent her frustration. "Trevor, I know you are in pain and you are going through a lot, but you should at least take care of your health. You said you wanted to heal your heart and get back to your partner, how are you going to do that when you are like this? Look at the state you are in! Come, sit down quickly and drink this soup, it will give you some nourishment."

Lex holds her fist over her heart. “I omorfiá tou taxidioú axízei ton kíndyno [The beauty of the journey is worth the danger].” The Sentinel place their fists over their hearts. “Emeís eímaste oi Giatroí [We are the Healers].” Lex holds a hand over her forehead and her stomach. “To pnévma therapévei to sóma. I agápi therapévei to pnévma [The spirit heals the body. Love heals the spirit].” They mimic her posture.

“We’ll get out of here. I promise.” And as I close my eyes, I summon the light again, the warmth, the power, because this time, healing isn’t just about surviving. It’s about escaping.

He is not fully healed. Napatingin ako sa kabuuan ng kaniyang kwarto. Nakapatong sa cabinet ang picture niya kasama ang isang magandang babae, nasa beach sila at masayang nakatingin sa isa't isa. Mayro'n ding malaking frame na nakasabit sa dingding at lahat iyon ay naglalaman ng litrato. Lahat iyon ay litrato ng iisang babae.

: is she okay or does our Queen B needs rehab? I took her phone from her. What is this? I whispered, you tell me! She said immediately. Where were you last night Zuri, I searched for you, I asked and I came out, your car had zoomed off in the night, I asked Mason he said, you had migraines and you needed to rest and I shouldn't worry, only for me to see this when I woke up in the morning. What time is it, I asked It's we need a solution o clock, G answered sarcastically. Hahaha, how funny I responded, what do they mean by rehab? What is going on

When it was her turn, Skye stepped onto the small stage and held the mic with both hands. She looked out at the crowd. And began. “They told me survival was a lonely thing. But they were wrong. Survival is a chorus. A hand in the dark. A laugh at midnight. A letter in a cookie tin. They told me healing was a finish line. But they were wrong. Healing is a rhythm. A sunrise over broken ground. A mural in an attic. A name whispered into a mic. This house we built? It isn’t just walls. It’s a heartbeat.

I felt loved. Because healing wasn’t about never falling. It was having hands ready to help you get up every single time it was necessary.

And now, as I sit on the beach, the sand warm beneath me, I cradle another life within me, a new chapter of our story about to begin. Xavier's hand finds mine, his touch grounding me in the present. Together, we watch the sun descend toward the horizon, casting hues of gold and orange across the sky. The waves dance to a timeless rhythm, a reminder that life moves forward, and that healing is possible even after the deepest of wounds.