Healing Souls Novels & Stories

the soul realizes some people must choose healing for themselves.

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

Sarah’s words reminded me that the power to heal was within me all along; I just needed to tap into it and believe in my own strength. “You are the healer of souls, and you have the ability to bring light and life back into those who are suffering,” she said, her voice filled with conviction. “Just hold your father’s hand and feel the energy flowing through you. Trust in yourself and in the power of love to heal.” With those words, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and reached out to hold my father’s hand, ready to embrace my role as a healer and bring him back from the brink of death.

There was the Foundry of Souls, where the Disputed made and threw away species. Some people welcomed Kael with arms. Others were angry and scared. A few asked him to leave because their pain was too fresh. Kael respected every response. "You can't make people be ready, " he said to Alexander. "Healing is not something you can schedule. It is a process. We just have to keep offering the chance and trust that everyone will take it someday." Alexander watched Kael work. He felt proud and scared at the time. Kael was doing something. He was telling the truth. Being kind.. The Council was moving fast.

“ come on Princess stop acting as if it is a suicide mission , there's nothing unlike having your other half engage in the process with you, it is heavenly. when you're with your mates you feel whole, complete, even. it was the moon goddess's compensation to Lycan for loosing his soul. he would feel completely whole in the woman destined to be his while his brother Claus wasn't blessed to have that , he would marry but marriage wouldn't still make him satisfied. "

Alexander then turned to the doctor and told him her name is Sheila. However, Sheila pleaded with them to stop asking questions and get out of the room as their voice was making her head hurt even more. Alexander turned to Doctor Clemson and asked for an explanation the moment the step out. Doctor Clemson revealed that Sheila couldn't remember anything about herself as he predicted and suggested that she be taken to St Thomas hospital in London, where there are specialists who could attend to her before the situation worsened. Alexander agreed and left the room to make calls. He contacted his son Tyler who's a doctor a St Thomas Hospital and informed him of the patient he was bringing over t

My blood went into Sophia's mouth and into her throat. Suddenly, Sophia's body went rigid, and light burst from every pore. The black lines on her skin began to quickly retreat as if they had been exorcised from her body. The healing was brutally painful as my blood was mending her body and soul. Sophia let out low growls repeatedly. That was her Wolf Soul being stitched back together by force. At the same time, I could feel the power inside me draining fast. With every drop of blood that left my body, my mind grew a little more hazy.

they had always feared—protective, fierce, and unbreakable. The "Gold" surge hit its peak. I felt the marrow in my bones vibrate so hard I thought they would shatter. The silver scar on my arm flared with a blinding brilliance, the frequency traveling through the microphone and up to the Theatre’s massive concrete crown. On the monitors, I saw the global "Void" network turning from a poisonous purple to a pure, healing gold. The "Sequence 9" canisters in Owerri hissed and died, the gas neutralized by the harmonic resonance of my voice.

She just shakes her head and His hand moves to her face, thumb brushing her cheekbone. How old were you when you go out? She looks deep into his eyes and says out of the gun running and cooking 16 but out of all of it not until I was 21 but I didn’t really start healing until I was 35 that’s when I finally found true recovery and worked on my mental health and trauma. Val holds her there, suspended in the quiet of his office. 19 years of healing, 19 years of building herself from rubble. His voice barely a whisper. You were broken for longer that you were whole and you still chose to help people, still chose to fight for purity in a dirty world.