Healing Novels & Stories

I thought about it for a minute before answering. “Well, considering I work in a human hospital, I don’t complete the healing process. I only go as far as I can without anyone questioning the injury. If people come in with severe trauma and are healed the next day, it would get suspicious. I only heal enough that I feel their bodies can take over and heal themselves. I treat it more like boost to their healing system. I have come across wolves in the hospital although very rare, I heal them a bit slower. If a wolf is in the hospital, it would have to be extremely life-threatening considering their healin

She just shakes her head and His hand moves to her face, thumb brushing her cheekbone. How old were you when you go out? She looks deep into his eyes and says out of the gun running and cooking 16 but out of all of it not until I was 21 but I didn’t really start healing until I was 35 that’s when I finally found true recovery and worked on my mental health and trauma. Val holds her there, suspended in the quiet of his office. 19 years of healing, 19 years of building herself from rubble. His voice barely a whisper. You were broken for longer that you were whole and you still chose to help people, still chose to fight for purity

"No contact, no proximity, digital or physical." "Thanks," Rita said, and meant it in her bones. That evening, the family settled in to watch a clip from Amiriam's interview that had aired during their drive. She was herself on screen—no tricks of make-up, but a truth that would not apologize. "People think healing is an arrival," she said on screen, "but for many of us it's a practice. Like breath. You do it again and again, and one day you realize you're living." Later, when the house settled, Luke stood with Amiriam on the porch. The moon was pale, the trees black stitches against it. “You’ve done something wonderful,” he said. “Whatever else is happening,

“Miss Emma, I brought the samples of the healing ointment. The King told me to bring it here.” I nodded. “I was told. I think it was time to help the victims with it.” We found the head healer, a tall woman in pale green scrubs. “This is the ointment we discussed,” I explained. “It’s for burns. It promotes faster healing and eases pain.” Ara opened the jar and dipped a small applicator into it. She applied a thin layer to the arm of a warrior which was severely burned. His skin was blistered and raw. No wonder he clenched his jaw at the first touch

I close my eyes, focusing the ancient power in my veins into stitching flesh and bone. The surrounding noises fade as I delve deeper, sensing the torn veins and organs beneath my palms. Mending them proves slow, agonizing work but at last, the tide of hot blood slows, then stops. Gradually other sounds intrude - anxious whines and whimpers from the watching pack, Adam's voice raised and arms wrapped around me as he urges me to stop before the effort kills me. I ignore them all, pouring everything I have left into healing this wound, saving this life - the one thing I can do to make right the losses we suffered this night.

Luna came in and started crying but sat at the place where my mom was at first and held his hand in a light grip. My eyes welled up on seeing her love for him. I quickly absorbed almost ten of the healthy warriors and asked Aryan uncle to let them rest and asked to send some nurses. I asked them to clean his dried blood off his body and they gasped on seeing his skin colour returning back alive. No one speaks anything to me. I knew I had lots of explanations to do. I never left Dhaya's hand. Physical touch has more effective for healing. And my wolf concentrated on absorbing the silver from his system.

He said cutting me off. The funny thing is, I'm a healer. But Healers can't heal themselves but we heal faster that others. Kayden lead me inside the pack house and into the other healers clinic. The old woman great me with pleasure. She's one of the two Healers residing here in SilverMoon pack. Kayden patiently waiting until Imelda finished her work and excused herself. "You need to be ready anytime Adellee. You never turn your back into your enemy." He said.

"Then I am sorry, but you will have to suffer a little more! I will stay here to get this treatment..." "I know this is important, but why don't you do it at home....?" "Honey, we both know that's not possible... Besides, I don't want you to stay here. I need to focus on treatment so I can heal faster. You can't understand how much this hurts me! The fact that I can't hold my own child is killing me! That is not the person I want to be... I want to have a happy family and live well with my husband and baby! And I know I will never have that life if I can't heal and do better! I am responsible for Mateo coming into this life, so I have to be there for him, hug him when he is sad or in pain, p

He could feel the healing energy coursing through him, revitalizing his spirit and filling him with renewed hope. With the his fellow werewolves standing steadfast around him, their eyes gleaming with determination, and Aria's unwavering support, Dax knew he had the strength to face the arduous journey of recovery that lay ahead. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, ready to embrace the healing power of the Moonleaf and the love that surrounded him.

Celia began softly, her voice raspy, “this place… It’s suffocating you. Every hallway whispers Zayn’s name, every glance reminds you of what could’ve been. You’ll never heal here.” Jada’s eyes dropped to her hands. The ache in her chest deepened. Celia reached over, her thin fingers curling around her daughter’s wrist. “Go abroad. Enroll in one of the programs I’ve been arranging for you. Leave this weight behind. Start fresh.” Jada’s lip trembled. “And leave you?”