Love Heals All Wounds Novels & Stories

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She drew his hand from bedclothes and enclosed their fingers together. Still so much to speak about—it was so many pieces of his past to reconcile, wounds to heal—but tonight, beneath the same sky it all originally came crashing down upon, something new was emanating. Love. Healing. And still quiet strength to hope again. To be continued...

I asked him, looking around. “Yes!” He replied to me nervously. “So, you know I am engaged, and I am truly happy! I don’t love you anymore! All the love I had for you died on that mountain in Colorado! There will never be another you and I! Leave me alone! I don’t hate you! I just don’t want you in my life anymore, not even as a friend! You broke my heart!” I confessed to him as I looked deep into his eyes so he could see and feel my sincerity. I felt my face become wet from the tears sliding down.

Could be small and still be meaningful. "Small Hope, you want to help a sick wolf. You can heal. Can make well. Can fix completely. But watch." Whisper showed her a wolf with a small injury. Whisper touched it gently. Healed it slowly. Carefully. "Healing too fast shocks the body. Healing too completely prevents learning. Healing too powerfully creates dependence. Gentle healing is better. Slow healing teaches the body. Careful healing creates strength. That gentleness is what makes power-loving instead of controlling."

It was love that drove their drive, love that directed their efforts, and love that would eventually cure not just physical diseases but also spiritual scars. Luna, Phillip, Emma, and their supporters carried on, their steps filled with purpose and their hearts brimming with hope. Together, they would continue to illuminate the world with the light of healing, their legacy enduring as a testament to the boundless power of love and the extraordinary ability of the human spirit to heal and transform.

Sometimes all you need is a little love. A big hug, and someone to care. It heals the soul, repairs wounds that are beneath the skin and makes someone want to live again. ‘‘Tell me, what is it like?’’ Cage asked. ‘‘What is what like?’’ I laughed back.

This time, my eyes got accustomed to the brightness, which was so different from the darkness I had been stuck with for sometime. "Oh my GOD, Oh GOD, you are awake, Ana you are awake.Oh GOD I've missed you," He kept muttering. Soon after I was squeezed in a hug, his scent was stronger now, and I could sense the love in his embrace. "It's ok, I'm here," I mumbled in a bid to console him. "I know now, your voice, GOD I've missed it." He sighed as he raised his face to my point of view and may I say I was in shock at his beauty, this guy was beautiful in every sense of the word.

He whimpers quietly, feeling the hurt radiating off of his lover and hitting him in waves. "You had to wait until I was nearly killed before you knew you loved me, Danny, that is not loving. Love isn't conditional, love is unconditional, Danny!" Dylon stares at him, dumbfounded and Levon continues in a weak and weary voice, "Love doesn't want to hurt you, Danny, it is never selfish and it doesn't abandon you, it doesn't push you away, it draws you closer, love heals, Danny, it doesn't inflict harm, love does not hate, love is pure, it's perfect, it has no fault, Danny, none!" Levon meets his eyes for the first time, and Dylon can see tears shining in them.

My words were rushed and muffled. He smiled at me, grazing his thumb against my cheek, across my jawline, down to my neck and he rubbed it against his mark, "I can heal you." I said moving my hands to his abdomen and then I rubbed it over his wound, slowly tracing my fingers across it till I could feel it closing which also brought a smile to my face and hope to my heart. If I could heal his wound, I could get rid of the poison in his heart if only I could just pull out the arrows carefully.

Yet, I held steadfast, anchored by the unwavering belief that time and patience could heal even the deepest wounds. In the embrace of our intertwined souls, I vowed to be his steadfast ally, committed to helping him navigate the jagged terrain of his past. Together, we embarked on a journey of healing, a dance between two wounded spirits seeking solace and redemption. And in the embrace of our love, we discovered that even amidst the darkest shadows, a glimmer of light could illuminate the path towards renewal and hope.