Novel & Cerita Healing Souls

Cristian thought that he would go crazy when he saw the inert body of his partner on the floor covered in blood. His body vibrated so painfully that the wolf stepped outside. Tearing at his clothes on the way he ran in the direction of the man who had hurt his wife, his soul mate, his half, the person he had waited so long for. The anger, the pain, the hatred; A mixture of overwhelmed feelings clouded all sanity, leading him into the abyss of revenge.

When everyone heard that Wilde's soul was already ripped apart, and by how much, the Golden Continent's warriors all paled. They widened their eyes, and they lost all their earlier arrogance. They were filled with fear. They were scared. Only then did they find out that Fane trained in soul attribute skill. He specialized in attacking the soul. No wonder the two of them were in so much pain. It was because their soul had been ripped apart. Injuries to the soul were the hardest to treat, especially at their stage. Other than death, there was no other result. No matter how many pills they took, it would do nothing to help.

The old woman was very distressed and could not help but vent her frustration. "Trevor, I know you are in pain and you are going through a lot, but you should at least take care of your health. You said you wanted to heal your heart and get back to your partner, how are you going to do that when you are like this? Look at the state you are in! Come, sit down quickly and drink this soup, it will give you some nourishment."

Shaking his head Reggie let out a long sigh as they began to make their way down the long ICU corridor and towards the waiting room where Vincent and Theresa waited. Allen had agreed to caring for Asher, but had insisted that he meet them at the Wilson's hideout. Given his mysterious identity he didn't often appear in public, and even when he did he was usually well disguised. "You need to strengthen up boy." Vincent mused as he took in Asher's condition. "Once you've healed enough you're going to start training with me, understood?" "Sure thing." Asher responded just as Summer opened her mouth to protest.

'She' said. "One by one, you followed everything up as it should be. Even your long time enemy who you had changed into a beast to wonder the face of the earth thought that he was going to have his revenge. Little did he know that we were only using him. And now he is dead and gone." 'She' said. "As beasts do not have souls." I said, completing her words. "And how about that herbal woman? I just laughed at her naive behavior. She hadn't even suspected a thing." 'She' said and laughed out loudly.

He checked my pulse again and again, studying the color of the blood around my wounds, his brow furrowed. "Strange…" he muttered. "What is it?" I asked weakly. He looked up, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and awe. "When I was cleansing the silver poison, I had to probe your wolf soul… Gods, I have never encountered a soul so pure, so powerful." I stared at him, confused. The healer took a shaky breath, his voice trembling with awe and terror. "You don't understand. Your soul... it's the purest I have ever seen. For them to do this to you... they're not just punishing you. They're digging their own graves."

It was certainly an extraordinary book. Alex used his soul power as a healing method, summoning Zharvakko talismans and inserting them into her soul. Half an hour later, Shirley regained consciousness and looked at Alex. “Did you enter my mind?” Alex shrugged. “I didn’t look through your memories.” Using this method to heal one’s soul had consequences. Healing a soul with a soul would cause their minds to cross. If he didn’t enter her mind, he wouldn’t be able to search for the wound.

Heather toss the clothes she put off inside the bin and clean off the blood stains that dripped in the car and retire back to her bed cowering in fear for what might happen tomorrow. ~ An immense amount of pain passes through his body which make him give a scream of the agony, his body is fill with heat and his soul seem to be abandoning his body. However, his skin starts to cover up healing all the wounds and injury from both accidents. His soul which was furious moments ago embraces his body and he feels his bones getting strong. He get up from the ground ignoring his tattered cloth and focus on the fact that he just healed his wounds, his eyes ablaze with excitement and he close his eyes

Once he got his breath back he nodded his head telling me that my questions are welcome now. “Why would strong and powerful souls like yourself need a healer by their side? It’s not that someone can kill you.”, I asked. He smiled and said, “Once we enter the era, we are not souls. We have a form. Though we are much more powerful we can be taken down. The healers help us to stay alive till the motive of us being there is fulfilled. We enter the past or future to ensure that no soul has been wronged. We can’t save the humans but we can save the souls.”

Every rise and fall of Travian’s breathing was a lullaby, every pulse a vow unspoken—thread by thread, it wove itself into the fabric of Soren’s soul until he could not tell where one ended and the other began. His hand wandered lower, brushing lightly over the bandages wrapped tight around Travian’s torso. Beneath the cloth, beneath the skin, were wounds both visible and invisible. Scars that no healer’s touch, no tincture, no whispered spell could ever truly mend. Soren’s fingers trembled at the thought. He knew healing was not just of flesh but of spirit, and Travian’s spirit had carried burdens no one should bear. A knot formed in Soren’s chest, sharp and relentless, and his grip tighten