Sarabande Of Healing Novels & Stories

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.

Couldn’t he see he was ruining his own life going after something that was not even going to make a difference in the end? “I am never going to heal till I get back what I lost. Even then, I doubt I will ever be able to wipe off from my mind the picture of my mother’s dead body hanging from the ceiling.”

“I’ll make sure she gets the rest she needs.” Nicole nodded, a sense of relief washing over her face. “Also, give her these medicines,” she said, handing me a small pouch. “We can’t cast a healing spell on her body again as it could be harmful to a human, so these will help her recover faster.” With that, Nicole took her leave, leaving me alone with Sabrina. Nicole was right; Sabrina’s recovery was paramount and I would do whatever it took to ensure she rested and healed properly. Her body required time to heal, unlike an immortal like us, and that’s why she needs proper care.

He gazes upon me with black eyes and cool demeanor. “How do I know you are a true healer? For all I know, the rumors of you being human could be real!” Rumors? Didn’t know there were rumors about me. That is a bit unsettling. I was done with this a**hat’s attitude. I stomp over to him and grab his hand and squeeze tight. A small glow of light came from our connection, and I heard a sharp intake of breath. I close my eyes and search for a simple gray cloud. As much as I don’t want to heal anything from this b*stard, I guess I have to prove my integrity just for face sake. I find a small gray bubble towards the back of his realm and look inside. I see a battle going on and he is fighting a rog

I have to talk about my past once again to get people to know me and everyone is always fascinated by a healer. By the end of the day, I'll be known by everyone and that's worse because I'll only know by the end of the day if it's a bad or good thing. Will the boys want me for my looks? My body or because I'm a healer? Will the girls hate me because of the attention I'll get from the boys? I will only know later. Healers are extremely beautiful creatures because everyone likes to look at a beautiful specimen to feel at ease or whatever. Healers can also be known as sorcerers. We prefer the term healers because we use our powers to heal ailments and to bring peace in the pack upon the alphas

And before I could finish, she greeted me with a sharp, precise push that broke my grip and sent me stumbling back. I lost my balance, flailed my arms, and landed hard on the sand, making me quickly shoot my hands back to break my fall, impacting with a dull thud that sent a jolt up my arms. The impact reignited every single one of my injuries, as all of the pain in my ribs, my knee, and my head came rushing back in a white-hot wave. I squinted my eyes shut, clawing my fingers into the cool, gritty sand as I rode out the agony.

teasing her. “ no ” she answered and I smiled. “ very well, carry on with the execution ” the blade was drawn and she was made to kneel , I would cut off the hands that touched her later ,for now I wanted to take note of her reactions. “ we pray the goddess thy soul to keep ” the Pack chanted , like we do others that has died by the blade . her mind seemed to come to a conclusion. “ wait ! I can heal you Emperor. ” I laughed.

she called again, and his eyes opened, his smile coming automatically. "Hey" "Where did you get wounded? You're not the type" she said worriedly, touching the wound. He held her hand to stop her, and she took it. "I'll be right back" She rushed down the balcony and came back three minutes later with a lip balm and bud. "What's this?" He asked as she opened it. "Healing lip balm, just let me apply. You can't keep going around with a wounded lip" she replied. "Does that bother you" He replied, and their eyes locked.

_______________________ . . . Noelle looked at her reflection in the mirror. She stood naked, tall – as tall as her five-three could be – and full of scars. And suddenly the entire scars disappeared, leaving her pale, moisturized skin with a pinch of pink to it. A healer. That's what she was. The pack doctor, Sabrina Meyers, had come to see her. And she had told her how she had to do absolutely no work on her body. It was unheard of - being completely cured in a day after taking wolfbane to the heart.

He closed the terrible wounds in the artery that were draining the precious fluid of life from Dedari. The heart required tremendous concentration. The gash was deep, and Jacob could make no mistakes. He became aware, after a time, that the sound of chanting was surrounding them. The words were ancient and soothing to him, filling him with a quiet confidence for the work he had to do. This was the most extensive repair on anyone he had attempted, and the familiar words in Zande’s beautiful voice gave him needed peace. She was there with him every step of the way, holding Dedari to her, lending her strength to Jacob even as her voice surrounded them with the healing words of the ancients.