Healing Souls Novels & Stories

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos

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.

His eyes had gone completely white as his own wolf cried in his mind, looking for an answer from his pack leader. This was the difference between a doctor and a healer. Where the medical profession relied on science and research, healers served as amplifiers for the wolves sharing their hosts' souls. The mere presence of a healer accelerated the healing process of an injured werewolf. But at that very moment, Till, alpha Harry's big red wolf, had disappeared entirely. Every member of the Red Moon could feel the bond between them and Harry eroding in their souls. All could hear in their minds their wolves howling for the death of their Alpha's wolf.

“Not only that, they made me use my fucking trump card. Fuck that old man.” The young girl tilted her head. More people in the village began killing themselves, their bodies turning into pale particles that she absorbed with quiet delight. “Don’t be upset, brother. We have enough time to do that. First, let’s focus on healing ourselves with these pathetic people’s souls.” The brother’s anger slowly subsided. He nodded once and began to heal, drawing strength from the light particles drifting up from the village.

It had been like that when I’d been found. Healing was a divine gift, one so rare it was basically myth, and someone had used it on me. I had been unconscious the whole time, drowning in a sea of darkness, but I had felt her. The healer. Not physically, but in my soul. It had been like she touched the very core of me, reached in and left her fingerprints in places even I couldn’t reach, but instead of a violation it felt like a blessing. There was this deep, resonating connection, a sense of soul-deep rightness that I was still chasing nearly a decade later. I yearned for it on a level as essential as instinct.

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