Healing Whispers Novels & Stories

“Not completely.” “Trust is not required for healing,” Maera replied. “Presence is.” I rubbed my arms, suddenly very aware of phantom touches. Of heat. Of how alive I felt when they were near. “And if I don’t?” I asked. “Then you heal slower,” she said honestly. “And remain vulnerable.” Silence fell between us again. Finally, I straightened my spine. “Then I’ll train.” Maera nodded. “Good.” She handed me a small pouch containing some herbs. “This will help cleanse your system. Drink them nightly.”

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

They muttered incantations that made the air vibrate. "Stop," Emily whispered. "We must cleanse the aura," the eldest healer insisted, not looking at her. "The rejection is deep. The spirit is fighting the flesh." "I said STOP!" Emily screamed. She swiped her arm out, knocking the tray of crystals to the floor. They scattered with a clatter that sounded like gunshots in the quiet room. The healers recoiled, looking at her with the same mix of pity and disgust she had seen in the Great Hall. The Human Luna. The broken thing.

“Or broken. You just… treat me like me.” Amara looked away for a second, trying to hide the warmth rising in her chest. “That’s because you’re not broken,” she said quietly. He studied her. “Then why does it feel like I am, sometimes?” Her eyes softened. “Because healing doesn’t happen all at once,” she replied. **** Amara hugged her knees slightly, her gaze drifting back to the river. “I don’t want to lose this,” she said. Alex frowned slightly. “Lose what?” “This,” she repeated, gesturing between them. “The way things are. The ease. The laughter. The… understanding.”

A low rumble, not quite words, slipped past his lips: “With you.” It broke something inside her. The healers worked in silence save for clipped commands and the scrape of tools. They burned away the silver residue, packed the wound with bitter-smelling paste, then stitched it with thread that shimmered faintly under the lamplight, enchanted, binding more than flesh.

came a whisper in the night, one spoken with hope. This was a whisper with a mind of its own. A creature like a voice, unable to be seen, or felt, but one able to see, feel, and smell. It was the whisper of a being called Rose Steele, and she was currently one of the captives of the house of silence, the very body of the house itself. This was what time had done to Rose and her sisters. This was what a curse had done to them against their will. But a whisper had been sent. A feeling of hope to be restored.

she cried, rushing toward her. But Sandra remained rigid, her body frozen as if trapped in an invisible grip. The whispers that once brushed softly against her ears now erupted into agonizing screams, each one slicing through her skull. Her eyes dropped to her hand. She saw the blood smeared across her skin, the crimson burning itself into her vision. The walls seemed to tilt, the world spinning in a grotesque blur. Faces twisted, voices fractured into a chorus of shouts and sobs, all bleeding into one another until everything drowned in red.

“Even after everything, I still miss him so much.” “We know,” Emily murmured, stroking her hair. “But right now, you need to focus on healing. We’re here for as long as you need us. Now about that big, you need to get it treated before it puts you down." They spent the rest of the evening comforting her, watching light movies and reminding her she was loved.

“Let’s get you to your room. Emma will fix you up.” I struggled to my feet. Justin gripped my arm gently to keep me from falling. Every second or two he would sneak a glance at my wrist where Damion had snapped the bone. I pretended to be oblivious to the sharp pain from the spot which was surely slowly healing. Being a werewolf had perks, enhanced healing was one of them. “Hey Val, I found these really comfy pajamas for you.” Emma blabbered cheerfully as we approached my room, “Oh my god, what happened!” Emma paled upon seeing my wrist.

“This is the spell that together we intone, To heal flesh, muscle, vein and bone, To the goddesses of fire, air, water and earth, To you, we call upon the power of rebirth, This soul below belongs to you, His spirit is of nature, so pure and true, To the goddess of the sky and the ground below, Help this man, white healing energy’s flow.” Fix this body and heal his pain, And Bobby is made whole again.” The room was filled with a flurry of wind, which grew greater in power and speed. The more they chanted, the faster the wind became, and soon, a vortex engulfed them.