Healing Souls Novels & Stories

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

"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.

“What do you mean by ‘no’?” The plant stopped swaying, then explained. [If you heal the surface wound without the bones first, you will end up incapacitating her.] Mallory pursed her lips. “But, if I don’t treat her soon…” The plant turned silent, then spoke in a mellow tone. [I will do it.] “What?” [I’ll heal her,] the plant swayed to ‘look’ at Oddny. [Living souls can heal anyone, in exchange for our consciousness.]

The healers descended on us, gently moving me aside as they worked over him, hands glowing with energy. “He’s been poisoned,” one muttered grimly. “But not in the body…” Another stepped forward, her face pale. Her voice trembled. “It’s soul poison,” she said. “His spirit has been disconnected from his physical form. He’ll survive but not as himself. Not like this. He’ll remain unconscious unless the poison is reversed.” “No,” I whispered, collapsing to my knees. “There has to be something you can do.” I reached for his hand, squeezed it tight.

He gazes upon me with black eyes and cool demeanor. “How do I know you are a true healer? For all I know, the rumors of you being human could be real!” Rumors? Didn’t know there were rumors about me. That is a bit unsettling. I was done with this a**hat’s attitude. I stomp over to him and grab his hand and squeeze tight. A small glow of light came from our connection, and I heard a sharp intake of breath. I close my eyes and search for a simple gray cloud. As much as I don’t want to heal anything from this b*stard, I guess I have to prove my integrity just for face sake. I find a small gray bubble towards the back of his realm and look inside. I see a battle going on and he is fighting a rog

Patient #138. Her pen scratched across the parchment in her journal. She had lost track of the days, immersed in herbal formulations, energy mapping, and emotional balancing. Healing, she had learned in this life, wasn’t always about cells regenerating. Sometimes, healing came from listening. Sometimes, it was simply giving the soul a reason to stay.

Together, they embarked on a journey of healing, where the scars of the past could be soothed and transformed into stories of resilience. Days turned into weeks as Sasha immersed herself in the healing rituals of the sanctuary. Under the guidance of skilled healers, her physical injuries gradually mended, while the deep emotional wounds were addressed with compassion and understanding. Through meditation, herbs, and ancient remedies, Sasha began to reclaim her sense of self and find the strength to confront the demons that had driven her down a dark path.