Healing Well Forum Novels & Stories

Year forty five was the most detailed of any year in the collection. The circuit producing community gathering at Roark's clearing as Lior had projected. The five parties finding their way toward each other through the monthly occasions. Not without difficulty. The northeastern Alpha and the main pack Alpha's relationship was the most careful. The specific accounting had cleared the ground. Building on cleared ground was still slow work. But present. The healer network had grown to seven hundred and twelve members. Dela's three documents plus the gathering protocol Chen had produced. The documents reaching healers through the council's communication system and through the informal networks t

"It is being held in the eastern territories. Healers from all across the land will be there. They will share their knowledge and their wisdom. They will discuss the best ways to heal the wounds of the body and the spirit. I believe we should attend. All of us. We can learn from them, and they can learn from us. It could be a turning point for our kingdom." Aric nodded, his golden eyes thoughtful and filled with a quiet intensity. "I have heard whispers of this gathering. It is said that the greatest healers from across the land will be there, masters of their craft who have dedicated their lives to the art of healing. This could be a turning point for our kingdom. We have been working to he

She announced and we both nodded. I found myself captivated by her words. “What types of ailments do you treat here?” I asked, eager to learn more. “We focus on holistic healing,” Elara replied, her eyes shining. “From physical injuries to emotional wounds, we believe in treating the whole person. Our ancestors taught us that true healing comes from understanding the interconnectedness of all things.” The conversation flowed easily, and I felt a warmth envelop me as I shared my own experiences and struggles. The healers listened with empathy, and I could sense a bond forming between us.

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

The oatmeal equivalent of a Friday noon. Something that had been broken was no longer actively bleeding. That was, in fact, a specific kind of healing. The slow kind. The real kind. The kind that did not require witness.

The city lights reflected in my eyes like flames. "I want Kieran to personally destroy everything he's so proud of." Garrett smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Consider it done." The next day, explosive news rocked the healing community. "Rebirth Healing Center," jointly founded by me, Phoebe Lynn, and Alpha Garrett, was officially established. The announcement hit every major werewolf news outlet simultaneously. Social media exploded with reactions. Pack leaders started calling their advisors. The healing world buzzed with excitement and speculation.

Hindi talaga ako gumagamit ng twitter. This story is written to spread awareness in mental health and does not mean to mock the illness/disorders. Informations about the said/written illness was base on my own research and understanding. Again, I'm not promoting mental health problems! In case you misunderstood me. If you're sensitive about this topic, you have a chance to step back and I advice you to skip my story. EXPECT ERRORS. Let's pray for those who are suffering from fear and sadness!

Alexandria growled. “Hmmm, don’t bite me. I’m not tasty,” he said loudly, making me gasp in surprise. “How did you hear her?” I asked, defensive. “I am no ordinary Alpha; I am THE Alpha. I can connect with wolves and hear them—like a mind link,” he said, puffing out his chest with pride. Ugh! Arrogant bastard. “Do not listen to my wolf without my consent, you brrrute,” I said sharply. Instead, he started laughing.

He asked in a mocking tone. "Please," she whispered, barely audible. She knew he had read some of it out loud but really wished he wouldn't go down any further as she had written more that must definitely not be read out. "Wrong," Axel said, then stood up and continued to read. "What's going on here?" a stern voice interrupted. Everyone turned to see Mr Walter, the youngest teacher in Crescent high school and admired by all for his good look. He stood at the end of the hallway with his presence commanding silence, and the laughter died down instantly.

The terrifying appearance of my injury made his expression darken at once. "Who hit you?" he asked. "None of your business." I tried to pull my arm away, but Nicholas held onto it grimly. "Was it your grandfather?" "How did you know?" My eyes widened in shock, but Nicholas remained silent. He dragged me back to the clinic and only let me go once he had smeared ointment on my injury. I went back to my dorm, feeling troubled. Rochelle came up to me hesitantly and said that someone was spreading rumors about me on campus, with credible details.