Healing Is Here Novels & Stories

Hazel looks at me, we stare at each other and she bursts into tears, imagining something she still has no idea about " This man, Jonathan Turner, has put me in an experimental healing program called Therapy-Target.* "My God!" Carmem says. "Jonathan, was it you?!" Hailey asks happily.” "Yeah, I've only just told her, but she wanted to... yeah...” Hazel left the room with her glass of champagne and hugged me tightly, crying. "Baby, it's been so long! We haven't even... or...” The deaf voice, muffled in my ear by sobs, was pure gratitude. "Let's drink a toast! " Hailey shouted, "To every kind of achievement!

“But I want you to know I’m still in this.” “I do,” I whisper back. He kisses my forehead, and I feel the tremble in his lips. And I know. This is how healing begins. Not in grand declarations or rushed moments—but in small, sacred ones. Like the touch of a hand. Like the weight of a kiss on skin that once flinched and now welcomes. Like two broken hearts choosing—day by day—to find their way back. Together.

"Exactly." The evening continued. The noise of two families together. Children and adults and the accumulated warmth of people who had chosen each other repeatedly across years. Healing, I was learning, didn't announce itself. It didn't arrive like resolution. Like the closing of a conference room door or the reading of a verdict. It arrived like this. A baby named William in a room full of people who understood why. A daughter who noticed you were finally here. A Tuesday session and a Thursday session and the slow patient work of letting the weight become just love.

And I'm finally, finally ready to celebrate all of it. In whatever order it comes. Whenever I'm ready. However it needs to happen. That's healing. That's love. That's home.

I whisper hoarsely, more promise than pride. Then I let the darkness take me. Because healing is coming. And when I wake… I won’t be the same.

I leaned back in the chair. “Someone?” I repeated. “A healer,” the voice said carefully. “They say this person can heal your disease.” My disease? For a moment, everything inside me went still. The anger about Yakov faded slightly. Even the image of Sabrina lying on the cold ground faded for just a second.

"Your healing abilities. They're getting stronger since you arrived here, aren't they?" I set the lavender down carefully, buying time. He wasn’t wrong. What used to exhaust me after one session now barely tired me out. And yesterday, I'd healed a gash on a young wolf's arm without even touching him. "It's probably just practice," I said, aiming for casual and missing by a mile. Kieran's laugh was soft but knowing. "You don't believe that any more than I do." He perched on the edge of my work table, his ancient eyes studying me. "Have you heard of Lunar Souls?"

I ask, hoping he doesn’t think I’m as crazy as I sound. He studies me for a minute, like he’s considering how to respond, and yeah, I’m pretty sure he thinks I’ve lost the plot. But to my surprise, he doesn’t say that at all. “I can’t say anyone’s ever described it to me that way before. But it’s a proven fact having a mate close improves healing, the same way a recent rejection can prevent it. “But what I can say is this, if that’s what you experienced and it led to this, by all means keep it up. Healing damage like yours is part hard work in therapy and part Moon Magic. No one really knows how it works, just that it does.”

It was a moment of pure magic, as her healing touch brought peace and relief to my tormented body. Luna is no longer a doormat; seeing me in pain and at the peak of dying, she unleashed her full potential, radiating a brilliant light that seemed to chase away all darkness and despair. A warm, comforting energy replaced the pain and completely enveloped me. Luna’s healing powers were truly a force to be reckoned with, a gift that brought hope and renewal to all who crossed her path.

Everything was a blur to him as he drove himself to August Club. Before he came over to my wedding ceremony, he found a contractor who could help with the renovations in the clubhouse such that the place could be restored to its original look. He also planned to allow all the employees from the clubhouse to come back to work. He even thought that he would bring me back today, and that it would delight me when I saw that the clubhouse had been restored. He could also propose, and he was prepared to stay by my side for the rest of his life. As Tyler surveyed the restored clubhouse before his eyes, he realized that his relationship could no longer be restored to its original state.