Healing Well Forum Novels & Stories

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."

Audrey I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, taking in my appearance one last time before the ceremony. Today was my first Healing Ceremony; it was something that Edwin and I had discussed, a way to heal Crescent residents who needed the help without having to make a million trips to hospitals. Pre-screened pack members in need of healing would line up, and the Silver Star would heal them. Of course, we could only help so many, and only those with minor afflictions would be cured at events like this. But it was a start.

I admitted, a sense of doubt creeping into my mind. Myra's gentle smile remained unwavering as she responded, "Carrie, healing is not always about physical actions. It's about energy, intention, and presence. Sometimes, the most powerful healing comes from simply being there for someone, offering them your support and positive energy." Her words struck a chord within me, and I nodded in understanding. Perhaps healing wasn't always about grand gestures or miraculous interventions but the subtle yet profound impact of our energy and intentions. "Thank you, Myra. I will remember that," I replied, feeling a sense of reassurance.

There was a problem. It wasn't healing.

she shares with the group quietly. Everyone is intensely listening to Jenna as they are curious how the healing works. “If I healed you, then you would have felt warmth and a sense of peace come over your body. For me I absorb your pain or injury. If you have a broken arm, I have a broken arm. If you have a cut, I have that same injury although you may not see the blood. I then need time to heal myself, which can take hours or days depending on the severity of the injury.

“Castelle says healing isn’t pretty. It’s loud, messy, and exhausting. She’s right.” Lucien brushed her hair from her face. “Then let it be messy. I’ll clean up the pieces.” She laughed softly, leaning into him. For once, the sound wasn’t forced. Their healing began to spread through the house like warmth. Matteo, who’d always hidden behind jokes, started visiting the healer too, not for therapy, he claimed, but for “stress management.” Mason teased him mercilessly until Matteo admitted, “Fine. Maybe I need to stop pretending I’m fine all the time.”

With hope and conviction, I was ready to welcome the days to come. I remembered the first time I heard that diagnosis. It felt as if the world had collapsed before me, and all hope had vanished. However, amid that darkness, Blue Moon Pack emerged as a guiding light. They not only provided physical treatment but also the emotional support I desperately needed. During the healing process, I learned so much about myself. With each session with the healer, I felt new energy flowing within me. He taught breathing techniques and meditation that helped me cope with pain and anxiety. I began to understand that strength comes not only from the body but also from the mind and spirit.

she called again, and his eyes opened, his smile coming automatically. "Hey" "Where did you get wounded? You're not the type" she said worriedly, touching the wound. He held her hand to stop her, and she took it. "I'll be right back" She rushed down the balcony and came back three minutes later with a lip balm and bud. "What's this?" He asked as she opened it. "Healing lip balm, just let me apply. You can't keep going around with a wounded lip" she replied. "Does that bother you" He replied, and their eyes locked.

That night, back in the dorm, I sat at my desk and pulled out my laptop. I started writing a flyer. “Two Healers Seeking Team. First-year students with advanced healing knowledge. Skilled in emergency care, pain reduction, strength enhancement. Capable of treating poison, bites, bullet wounds, fractures, and more. Interviews before team confirmation. Contact number below.” I printed it and snuck out in the middle of the night to pin it on the school’s bulletin board. I made sure no one saw me. In my head, I was sure of one thing: there was no healer stronger than me in this school, not even the teachers.

The silence that followed wasn't awkward—it was reverent. Dr. Reiner thought about it. "Then here's what I propose. A strategy. One that honors the yes you've given to one another—and the work you're still doing. Weekly sessions. Solo exercises. Shared journaling. And… no wedding planning until six months of consistent healing have passed." Luke met Amiriam's gaze. "I can do that." Amiriam smiled, thankful. "Me too." The following weeks settled into a new rhythm. Saturday mornings were now "healing day." They'd journal together for thirty minutes—sometimes with James drawing beside them, sometimes the two of them in silence.