Healing Whispers Novels & Stories

I slide my fingers down the side of her face and lean over her as I whisper, “As I place my kiss, I call upon every force I know, The powers within me rise, By the moon's healing rays, and the sun's morning light I call upon spirits of the night flesh to flesh and bone to bone. Goddess, help me heal. And make her whole…”

The villagers, their eyes vacant and their spirits broken, seemed lost in the clutches of the whispers. Kairos, channeling his years of experience, ventured deeper into the village, the whispers slithering all around him. He could feel them, this new strain, latching onto his fears and anxieties, weaving them into a tapestry of despair. But Kairos was prepared. He used the whispers as a bridge, allowing them to flow through him, understanding their construction and their intent. Days turned into weeks as Kairos navigated the treacherous landscape of the whispers, learning their secrets. He discovered a chilling truth – this new strain wasn't just manipulative, it was parasitic. It fed off ne

She spoke the ancient words passed down through generations—her voice ringing out with a quiet power, dignified and full of love, sorrow, and forgiveness. “Moon above, bear witness. Earth below, carry our pain. Spirits of our kin, those who came before, those yet to come, guide our hands, open our hearts, let healing root and blossom in the bones of this pack.” She moved among the wounded, touching each with gentle hands. She pressed her palm to the boy’s forehead, cooling his fever with a murmur; she cleaned the woman’s wound, wrapping it with herbs; she whispered to the warrior, easing the pain in his chest, if only for the night.

" This was Ben's voice. "You can only blame yourself for not being more careful, for telling me about the pocket watch after getting drunk!" "Someone will find out about this… someday…!" Ben's voice trembled and slurred, clearly seriously injured. "Stop struggling. No matter how much you turn that stupid pocket watch, it won't give you your life back. "Good riddance!"

“You’re doing so well. You feel incredible… so tight and warm around me. Relax for me, Mercy.” I exhaled slowly, forcing my muscles to loosen. He waited patiently, whispering sweet words of how beautiful I looked beneath him, how much he cared for me, how perfect this moment felt. Gradually, the sharp pain eased into a deep, full ache. I nodded again, and he pushed in another inch.

‘As usual’ I whispered. Connected to our inbuilt speaker, opened my Spotify and let the lemonade album play through, as I opened a bottle of alcoholic wine, I took a chunk and sang each lyric with pain and tears in my eyes, laid down on the couch and dozed off. The rays of sun and the constant ding of the door bell made me frustrated, my phone vibrated, migraines, mascara stains, my bottle of alcohol laying on the floor empty, this time the door bell rang louder than before, I checked my phone, 100 missed calls from G!,notifications began to ding across social platforms. I struggled to walk to the door as Love drought from the album played, oh this album gave me a good night hangover, I wond

“I’m not who you thought I was.” A long pause. “Who are you?” he asked quietly. I held his gaze steadily. “Isla Hale. Daughter of Alpha Magnus Hale of the Crescent Moon Pack.” Recognition dawned slowly. The Crescent Moon Pack was ancient. Strategic. Powerful. “You hid that from me.” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I wanted someone to love me without my title.” The words were honest. Bare. “And now?” he asked. “Now I know what I was loved for.” His jaw tightened.

I whispered sadly and tried not to cry my eyes out. Holding my hand and placing it over my mothers, Crystal then placed hers over mine and whispered some strange words. “Repeat after me.” She said, and I nodded my head. “Earth, Fire and Water. Hear our calling. With the power within, heal this body and mind.” She chanted the words loudly with her eyes closed shut. “Earth, Fire and Water. Hear our calling. With the power within, heal this body and mind.” I repeated the words and then opened my eyes a little to see if it had worked.

When she raises her hands high above her head she beings to quietly chant her incantation. ‘Through earth and air, through fire and sea, Let the power of healing flow through me. By the ancient forces that guide us all, I cast this spell over the wounded who can’t stand tall. With light and love I heal the pain, Restore the body and make it whole again. By ancient forces I cast this spell, Mending wounds and making you all well.’

When the maids moved, he started to perform the healing spell. “To the Gods and Goddesses of this world, please heed my prayer, heal what has been hurt, close the wound of this lady’s back, remove the stain from her body, and cleansed her soul to not make her berserk for when she wakes up,” the high priests said as his body glows. The staff that he’s always holding shot a bright light on the lady’s wound.