Healing Kisses Novels & Stories

“Many will force me to use this ability for their own use. I think Alpha Jake wants to use me to get other packs to join him in exchange for use of my ability.“ “Which is why he wants that spell.” “Yes. I can also bring back the dead, but only once of course.” I don’t like what she is telling me. Every time she heals, it weakens her and I don’t want her bringing anyone back from the dead if it means I lose her. “Have you used this ability yet?” “No, it’s just what I’ve read in the book and what Hazel has told me. To heal someone I have to kiss them. It’s called The Healing Kiss.”

he said, “I don’t want a ‘version’ of you. Not the healed one. Not the polished one. Not the ‘perfect’ partner. I want you. As you are.” Her breath hitched. Her chest ached with the weight of being seen. “You say that now,” she whispered, “but what if I can’t give you what you need?” Jack leaned in—not fast, not demanding, not with hunger, but with reverence. He paused just before their lips met, giving her space to move or stay. When she tilted forward and their mouths touched, it wasn’t the kind of kiss that burned—it was the kind that healed. Soft. Steady.

He kissed and licked over the tattoo framing her stomach, and the one over her bared pubis, before discovering the clit piercing with his tongue. “F-k,” she sobbed in as he slid his fingers into her c-nt and toyed with the piercing. Of course, she thought, vampires held a healing agent in their saliva, something necessary to prevent their prey from bleeding out on every feed. It didn’t heal completely, but it did speed things up. As fabulous as his mouth felt on her, the reason behind his kisses was even better - without judgement or comment, without forcing her to speak of what had occurred, he had done what existed within his power to ease her suffering, knowing that he could not even clai

You healed us all. "We healed each other," she replied, her thumb gently wiping away his tear. "Our bond is not about me. It is about us. It is about all of us. We are stronger together. We are better together." He knelt and kissed her, a kiss that was imbued with a very, very deep, heartfelt feeling. It was not a passionate kiss, but a kiss of gratitude, a kiss of a soul returning home. It was a kiss that could cement their love, a kiss that healed his wounds of the past, a kiss that made them one.

It was a gesture of pure, unconscious instinct, and it shattered what was left of Kael's heart. Then Thane did what Kael could not. He lowered his head and kissed her. It was not a kiss of romance or gentle affection, but of desperate, primal healing. His lips sealed over hers, and a faint, silver-tinged light seemed to pass from his body into hers, a visible flow of vitality that made the air hum. The effect was immediate and miraculous. Before their eyes, the angry, blackened burns on her wrists and neck faded, the blistered, cracked skin smoothing over into fresh, pink scars. The terrible tension of constant pain drained from her body all at once, and she went completely, blessedly limp,

I moaned when I felt his manhood getting harder again, poking my sensitive bud while I was on his lap, kissing his neck. "Fenris--- Uhm... are your wounds healing?" I asked again, trying to control the exploding sensation inside me. "Healing? I think so." He licked my nipple, oh God. "It just needs more time. I think it's healing faster when you're kissing me." The side of his lips rose when he met my eyes. I bit my lower lip, suppressing a smile. I caressed his cheek before kissing his lips, softly, passionately, until our kisses turned into hungry, french kisses with our tongues dancing together.

His hand stroked my back slowly, over and over, like he was memorizing the feel of me all over again. Then he tilted my chin up gently, his eyes searching mine, raw and open in a way that made my heart ache. “Kiss me,” he whispered. “Please, baby. I miss you so damn much.” I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in and kissed him softly at first, my lips brushing his, tasting the salt of tears and the faint metallic tang of hospital air. He sighed into it, his hand sliding up to cradle my neck, pulling me closer. The kiss deepened slowly. It wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was healing, every touch saying I’m here, I’m yours, we’re okay.

Without any hesitation, he brought his lips to mine. It was the most electrifying kiss of my entire life. The passion in that simple act was more intense than any I had ever experienced. It was genuine. It was real. It was exactly what I needed. His touch brought so much relief to the turmoil I had been fighting ever since I had left his house that morning. I breathed him in, not wanting to break the kiss. His cologne, his musk, everything was the same as I remembered and all of it felt like medicine for my wounds.

I wasn’t about to heal him and possibly impart more strength into him just for him to turn around and use it against my loved ones. He watched us, mesmerized by our glowing eyes and the attention we gave him. “I agree.” I cringed internally as we straddled his knees. Our hands cradled his face as our lips met. We kissed him, infusing our healing spirit throughout his body. After a few moments, we felt strength and vitality spread in him. His arms wrapped around us and pulled us closer. I didn’t fuss. The healing kiss often caused adverse reactions, such as sexual arousal.

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”