Healing Souls Novels & Stories

But Payal turned to the other side. Rakesh got up and brought the violin from inside the camp and started playing it. First its tune was light and calm and later it turned up and its tune and melody just started mixing an environment, running stream, tall trees and calm greens. Payal was feeling this tune. Like it was anchored her heart and she felt like current is running down her spine. She was feeling every single wave disturbance by this tune. As Rakesh stoped playing the tune. And as Payal switched off from her imaginations. She shouted "shit, its burned out"

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

Feeling a hand on his back, he cried again, though he tried so hard not to. "Bernadette is a very good healer. She has saved children and adults more than once. She has even saved those who were already dying. So don't worry. I think the worst is behind us." "He's all I've got." "Come on. You don't have to sit here."

He held gazes with me for a moment before nodding in resignation. " Well then, you should go back to sleep and rest well. It will help a lot." He rose from the bed and helped me lay back down. I winced from the throbbing coming from my injured side. I guess my mental health wasn't the only the affected this time. Jake brought the cover from the floor and placed it over me again before walking out of the room. I closed my eyes and hoped, prayed silently that the rest of the night could go without any more nightmare but of course I didn't deserve relief.

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.

"Heal wounds that other healers said were fatal. Sense illness before symptoms appeared. She had a connection to life force itself that was... extraordinary." "The Soul healers were known for that," Aunt Marta continued. "They didn't just heal - they worked with the essence of life, with souls. They could pull people back from the brink of death, restore vitality that had been lost, even ease the transition for those who were dying." "That sounds like a gift," I said. "Why would anyone want to eliminate them?" "Because power like that threatens those who want to control life and death for themselves," Kael said quietly. "Healers who could save anyone, restore anyone, keep the dying alive - t

When the maids moved, he started to perform the healing spell. “To the Gods and Goddesses of this world, please heed my prayer, heal what has been hurt, close the wound of this lady’s back, remove the stain from her body, and cleansed her soul to not make her berserk for when she wakes up,” the high priests said as his body glows. The staff that he’s always holding shot a bright light on the lady’s wound.

The moment her skin touched Aria’s, a strange sensation spread through her chest—like soft pressure pressing from inside and outside at the same time. “You carry the echo of a broken bond,” the healer murmured. “And it is still bleeding.” Aria inhaled sharply. “Bleeding?” “Wound of the soul,” the healer said. “A physical one could kill you instantly. This one kills slowly.” Erevan stiffened. Aria forced herself to breathe evenly. “Can you fix it?” The healer’s thumbs brushed her cheekbones. “Yes and no.” Erevan’s voice sharpened. “Explain.”

They nurtured the growth of celestial flora, whose blossoms radiated celestial energy, spreading healing and harmony throughout the realms. The celestial guardians worked tirelessly, tending to the wounded and broken. They offered solace and guidance to those who had lost hope, reminding them of the eternal presence of light even in the darkest of times. Luna became known as the Celestial Healer, her touch carrying the power to mend not just physical wounds but also the wounded spirits of those they encountered.

Inside, two souls stood on the edge of healing not perfect, not complete but finally, irrevocably human. ?