Healing Novelas e Histórias

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S

I sat alone in the silence, the drip of the IV the only sound left. But not for long. My Wolf stirred again, but this time it wasn't agitation. It was purpose. Deep in my chest, I felt the familiar heat of accelerated healing, the bones knitting faster, the muscle fibers weaving back together, the skin pulling tight over the wounds. My body was burning through the last of the healer's sedatives, rejecting the weakness like a foreign poison. I pushed myself upright. The pain was still there, sharp and insistent, but it was distant now. Muffled and bearable.

My wolf was bound to turn up the possessive meter by a notch. Because a healer's blood could treat wounds, illnesses, and other minor conditions, her skill was highly valued. Curing someone required much control of the reconstructing essence that she would be releasing into that person. Overdoing it could result in self-immolation or internal injuries. Blood from the eyes, ears, and nose would be one of those symptoms.

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.

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."

With this unexpected turn of events, the remaining apprentices naturally became more obedient. After receiving the Healing Pills, each of them expressed gratitude to Adrian. Adrian carefully observed these apprentices and found that most of them were sincerely apologizing. It seemed that they had understood what Val had said earlier. The Healing Pill was a peculiar type of pill, more like an ointment than a traditional pill. While it appeared as small as a pill, it could be used externally when activated with aura. Additionally, its effect surpassed that of regular ointments.

“Rain…” “That’s it,” she whispered proudly. “That’s the gift. The Goddess’s touch, flowing through us. Do you feel it? That peace? That quiet joy? That’s what healing is. Not just mending flesh, but soothing the soul,” she delivered the lines, remembering how the Goddess had said it. And yeah, she was right. The energy pulsed and throbbed, not wild, not violent; it was calm. Comforting. Every flicker of it felt like a promise, like safety, like home. My ribs ached less beneath the bandages just from holding it.

"And Sena—create your own legacy. Let your mother's go. Don't try to dig up the past anymore. Focus on your future, on your child, on building something new." Sena had hugged them both, promised she would, and watched them leave with something that looked like relief mixed with sadness. One funny thing I'd noticed recently—Sena's healing magic seemed to be growing stronger. Exponentially stronger. Deep scars that should have taken multiple sessions to heal were disappearing after one treatment. Illnesses that should have required days of care were cured in hours. And she no longer felt weak afterward. No longer drained or exhausted like she used to be. It was

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.

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