Healing Is Here Novels & Stories

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."

Esme's POV It had been over a week since I woke up. I suffered second degree burns in different parts of my body, my back was mostly affected but they've all healed completely. My ability to heal really quickly stunned the doctor and she said not to worry about the scars because they would smoothen over time. She also provided an ointment made with a rare herb which would help with the discoloration.

Healing. For him. And maybe, one day, for ourselves too.

He gazes upon me with black eyes and cool demeanor. “How do I know you are a true healer? For all I know, the rumors of you being human could be real!” Rumors? Didn’t know there were rumors about me. That is a bit unsettling. I was done with this a**hat’s attitude. I stomp over to him and grab his hand and squeeze tight. A small glow of light came from our connection, and I heard a sharp intake of breath. I close my eyes and search for a simple gray cloud. As much as I don’t want to heal anything from this b*stard, I guess I have to prove my integrity just for face sake. I find a small gray bubble towards the back of his realm and look inside. I see a battle going on and he is fighting a rog

The oatmeal equivalent of a Friday noon. Something that had been broken was no longer actively bleeding. That was, in fact, a specific kind of healing. The slow kind. The real kind. The kind that did not require witness.

I whisper, resting my head on his chest, realising that the strength I found in being alone is nothing compared to the power of having someone who truly cares. “I love you more, baby. The brave you, the sassy you, the vulnerable you, the entire you. I love every facet of Mrs. Grace Grey.” As he holds me close and kisses my head, the echoes of my nightmares begin to fade, replaced by the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat. Now I understand healing takes time. Just when you think you’ve healed completely, something happens which triggers past trauma and bomb! You’re back to where you began. Healing isn’t an instant process, but a journey, and I’m not walking it alone anymore. Now, my husband,

she whispered, her voice a soothing melody filling the room. I reached out and clasped Carla's hand, reassured by her touch. I pulled her closer, engulfing her in a comforting embrace. "Carla, I owe my recovery to your tender care and love," I declared, my voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I would do without you." In an instant, Carla's eyes widened, and the color drained from her cheeks. She suddenly got up from her sit and staggered backward, losing her balance, almost collapsing to the floor.

she shares with the group quietly. Everyone is intensely listening to Jenna as they are curious how the healing works. “If I healed you, then you would have felt warmth and a sense of peace come over your body. For me I absorb your pain or injury. If you have a broken arm, I have a broken arm. If you have a cut, I have that same injury although you may not see the blood. I then need time to heal myself, which can take hours or days depending on the severity of the injury.

The girl who isn't constantly looking over her shoulder. The girl who isn't drowning. The girl who believes tomorrow might actually be okay. I thought healing would feel louder. I thought there'd be some huge moment where I'd wake up and realize I'd finally made it to the other side. Instead... Healing is quiet. It's making coffee before work. It's remembering to water the plants. It's laughing at something stupid. It's buying chips from the same restaurant so often that the owner already knows my order. It's ordinary.

“You have my word.” We follow them through winding paths made of glassy stone and glowing plants that light the way. Every step feels surreal. I just can’t shake the feeling that I don’t belong here. When we reach what looks like a temple carved into the side of a mountain, the doors open on their own. Caelum motions me forward. “This is the healing hall. Only the highest fae healers can perform what Leah needs.” I look around. The walls shimmer faintly, alive with tiny, moving lights. In the center, a wide circular platform glows, covered in runes that pulse with pale blue light. The ones faes carrying Leah lay her gently in the middle.