Healing Souls Novels & Stories

I cradled her securely against me as I carried her upstairs to our bedroom. I laid her carefully across the bed before pulling a chair beside her. Despite her uneven breathing, she was still conscious enough to look at me with fear in her eyes. I took both her hands in mine and closed my eyes. Healing was one of the oldest gifts possessed by spirit wolves, but it demanded precision. It wasn't enough to flood a body with power. The energy had to seek every wound, repair damaged tissue, strengthen failing organs, and drive out whatever threatened the life within.

The whiskey bottle sat just inches away from my grasp, but it felt so distant. Too far. I stretched my hand toward it, but my fingers barely brushed against the glass before my eyelids grew heavy. My body sank deeper into the couch, and my vision faded into darkness. «»«»«»«»«»«»«»«» I woke up to a pounding headache and an insistent knock at my door. Each knock sent another sharp throb through my skull, making the headache even worse. Groaning, I dragged myself off the couch and shuffled toward the door, eyes still half-closed. Without thinking, I pulled it open.

On healing. And upon an oath sworn under the stars. To be continued…

"When will we know it’s safe to touch her without destroying her?" "When she chooses us," I said, with a certainty that burned. "Only then." He watched as I took his place. As I kissed her. As I felt what he had felt. Her light was a fire, and we only knew darkness. And yet… she didn’t burn us. She revealed us. She made us vulnerable. The bond had already begun. Not in flesh. Not in blood. In the soul. And that union… was irrevocable.

Unfortunately, that is how the world works – sometimes in inexplicable ways. Even with all the power I possess, I am not allowed to intervene. Yes, even a being like me has a boss to answer to. People aware of the inner workings of this complex universe refer to me as the Light. An all-knowing being. I see everything you see. Hear everything you hear. Feel everything you feel. I'm an immortal empath and the keeper of souls. The one humans seek guidance from. You see, we are all connected. Every plant. Every animal. Every human being. Every soul. Connected by an invisible thread, to me, the light. Sadly, only a few will come to understand this fact and their true purpose in this universe. Onl

But instead of celebrating this joyous occasion, the pack was bleeding and crying as blood flowed everywhere. The Shadowcrest pack was under attack by pack of rogues. An attack they had never for once expected as they had distanced themselves from any fight or argument that happened between other packs. They stood alone in the deep wood without meddling in anyone’s business and was known as one of the most peaceful pack around the globe, but now, they were suddenly under attack.

"If I stop... he takes the world! I have to... heal the dark!" "It's... too deep..." Ash wheezed, his hand coming up to cover hers on his chest. He wasn't trying to pull her away anymore; he was trying to steady her. "He’s... part of the soul now..." "Then I’ll heal the soul too!" Rhea roared.

Eldon commanded, giving her a sympathetic look while holding the crystal out between the body and soul. "Please don't do this, Eldon! I'm begging you!" She crouched next to the body. How terribly sad… She looks like she could cry at any second. "I'm so sorry Karen… But you're not done growing yet." She bowed her head for a moment and then nodded in defeat. In the blink of an eye, the soul vanished, and the crystal in his hand shone with a bright purple light for a few seconds, then faded altogether. She disappeared. "Excellent! Let me heal your wounds now… Healing Serenity." All of the wounds vanished in a few seconds. "Now, Soul Revival!" Eldon said, tossing the crystal towards the body.

I murmur encouragements softly, letting my voice guide him as much as the needles and herbs. Finally, I feel it, the moment when the physical healing is done. But his eyes are haunted. The damage is more than skin deep. His soul is fractured from violence, rejection, and fear. I close my eyes and extend my aura, carefully threading it into his essence, filling voids, reinforcing walls, offering comfort. The teens watch, wide-eyed, as the faint shimmer of my energy brushes over him like sunlight through leaves.

I was afraid of what I might have created… To understand what's going on, I need to find Evelara first. But where? Where did she go? My gaze sharply went through the maps spread across the table. Borders, territories, ancient paths. I leaned over them, searching for something, anything. Just a clue and that's all. And then I saw it… Healing Soul Tribe. A thread I had overlooked until now. I dug deeper, pulling older documents, forgotten alliances. Patterns emerged slowly, yet unmistakably. “The Healing Soul has always followed the Mount Healers,” I muttered. “Even after the fall… They did not carry magic, yes, but they follow the mount healers in a scared way.”