Healing Well Forum Novels & Stories

Loretta hesitated for a moment, then said casually, "Listen, Nick... I have a friend abroad who runs some really good healing courses. Would it be convenient for you to schedule a session soon? "I know your heart has carried this trauma for a long time. Honestly, everyone has some wounds or psychological struggles these days. It's not really a disease—just something to release, and it'll be fine."

Celia began softly, her voice raspy, “this place… It’s suffocating you. Every hallway whispers Zayn’s name, every glance reminds you of what could’ve been. You’ll never heal here.” Jada’s eyes dropped to her hands. The ache in her chest deepened. Celia reached over, her thin fingers curling around her daughter’s wrist. “Go abroad. Enroll in one of the programs I’ve been arranging for you. Leave this weight behind. Start fresh.” Jada’s lip trembled. “And leave you?”

“All that matters right now is that you’re open to talking.” Judy nodded in agreement. “It may take more than one conversation. Healing usually does. But taking this step—it matters.”

"Healing is not a single event. It is a sequence. Each session builds on the last the way a foundation builds on earth: slowly, with pressure, with the understanding that what you are making must hold the weight of everything that comes after." * * * The morning of Kai's second treatment session feels different from the first.

The rest ; Pike, Kira, Jax, the twins from Silver Creek, the sisters from High Pine all watch. “Today,” I say, “you stop being what Vincent made you.” I set three bowls on the table. Willow bark. Moonvine. Honey. “First rule of healing,” I say. “You save before you swing. Mom taught me that. Beta Cleric taught her.” Cleric steps up beside me. He’s got flour on his leathers from helping in the kitchens. Beta, healer, father. All three at once. “Your mom,” he says to the room, “Lina. She could set a bone with one hand and knock an Alpha flat with the other. But she always chose the bone first.”

"New specialist. Dr. Reeves finally got him in." "He brought up the thing about the genetic inconsistency you'd mentioned that day." I fold my arms, not quite looking at him. "He said it'll be best if I go for genetic counseling to be sure." "Then go for the counseling and hear what they have to say." "Yeah." I look at the floor. "I will when I'm ready." He watches me for a second longer than the moment needs. I lean on the side of his couch. "Do you know what today is?"

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

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.

I ask, hoping he doesn’t think I’m as crazy as I sound. He studies me for a minute, like he’s considering how to respond, and yeah, I’m pretty sure he thinks I’ve lost the plot. But to my surprise, he doesn’t say that at all. “I can’t say anyone’s ever described it to me that way before. But it’s a proven fact having a mate close improves healing, the same way a recent rejection can prevent it. “But what I can say is this, if that’s what you experienced and it led to this, by all means keep it up. Healing damage like yours is part hard work in therapy and part Moon Magic. No one really knows how it works, just that it does.”

Howard replied smoothly, flashing a knowing grin. Timothy, who had been quiet so far, finally spoke up. "Audrey, come on. You’ve been there for years. You could at least recommend me. I chose healing because I saw what you accomplished." I flinched at his words, the memories of their abuse flashing through my mind. How could he say something like that without a shred of shame? "The healing center requires training from certified academies," I began, keeping my voice calm despite the anger bubbling beneath my skin. "Without that, you won’t qualify—no matter who recommends you."