Sarabande Of Healing Novels & Stories

It's been five years since I fell ill with depression, and I'm finally myself again. I can talk, laugh freely, and I actually have an appetite. The icing on the cake is that my husband, Ian Beaumont, and I are expecting our second child. At our New Year's Eve family gathering, Ian's godsister, Gemma Waverly, gets tipsy and starts making a scene. "I think it was about five years ago. I was dumped, and I took the car out for a little joyride while the surveillance cameras were under maintenance. "Guess what? The moment I stepped on the gas, a cat abruptly flew out of nowhere and slammed right into my hood. It yowled and bolted off." A faint, disdainful smile plays on her lips. "That damn

"She mentioned something about your genetic markers. That one of them didn't quite match your family history. She said the hospital would look into it, but it was probably just an inconsistency in the records." "Hospitals make mistakes," I say. "Yeah," he says. "That's what I thought too." --- He takes me to a concert at a small venue downtown, the kind with exposed brick and lighting that makes everyone look like they're in a photograph. It's loud enough that we don't have to talk and warm enough that I forget about everything else. Nathan gets us drinks and stands behind me with one hand on my waist, and I let myself just be there for a while.

"What?" Wayne asked looking perplexed. Candice who had been acting oblivious, but observing them from her position on the couch, inclined her ears. Interested to hear what was causing the decline in the hinterlands. Sabine resumed her reading "Any plane affected who desires to overcome must take off the branch from the tree of life, grind it to powder, and pour it over the dead shard. Once the piece crumbles to dust, the veil shall once again be made whole. This is a tested and trusted remedy."

Eventually, I could move so naturally that I didn't seem any different from other people with two functioning legs. I was drenched in sweat, but I felt a joy I hadn't felt in forever. Little by little, I was regaining what I had lost. Now that I could move about freely again, I started to rebuild my life. I refused to remain trapped in the past. I returned to university and pursued psychology, something I had always been interested in. I attended a foreign university and shared a classroom with people of different nationalities. The sunlight poured through the tall glass windows and warmed my body. That was the moment when it finally sank in—my soul had truly come back to life.

“Clean work.” Alpha Dimitri gave a brief nod, but his attention remained on me. “Scarlett is one of our healers,” he said. “She works in the healing quarters.” The four Ironclaw men continued watching me, their eyes moving briefly to the scarf around my neck before returning to my face. No one said anything else, and I couldn't tell whether they were simply curious about the Bloodfang healer in front of them or whether something about me had caught their attention. I wanted to leave. Standing among men wearing the colors of my old pack made me far too aware of how close the life I had escaped had suddenly come to the one I was building here.

“Let’s grab some drinks and celebrate Alessia’s return to the land of the living!” “I second that motion,” Arianna added with a hearty laugh. “Arianna?” I called out, surprised. “You agreeing to alcohol?” “What?” she shrugged. “This is a worthy miracle, and I need a drink to properly process it. Not many people come back from the dead, you know.” Her response sent us into another round of laughter. We ordered a bottle of liquor, three shot glasses, and lemons, then moved to a quiet corner table. The moment we sat, the questions came flying.

“Vis Sanatrix isn’t just healing magic. It’s a manifestation of your soul. If your soul is chaotic, your power will become poison.” Seara sat cross-legged in the center of a concentric circle drawn with holy salt. She closed her eyes, trying to summon the warm current that had saved her yesterday at the altar. “Focus on pure memories,” Winona instructed. Seara pictured her father. The old man’s smile, the masculine scent of his robe, and the way he’d ruffle her hair when she failed a lesson. Instantly, Seara’s palms radiated a soft, soothing green light. The cold room suddenly felt like spring.

I leaned back in the chair. “Someone?” I repeated. “A healer,” the voice said carefully. “They say this person can heal your disease.” My disease? For a moment, everything inside me went still. The anger about Yakov faded slightly. Even the image of Sabrina lying on the cold ground faded for just a second.

I asked, curiosity peaking. "We have rules, ma'am. And one of our rules is that when healing, no other person can be in the room apart from the healers. "Don't worry. You can trust us. Luca will be perfectly fine. Just leave us. It only takes a few minutes." At first, I didn't want to go. But I had no other option. I had to trust. I gave them a slight nod and then stood up from the bed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

And now, as I sit on the beach, the sand warm beneath me, I cradle another life within me, a new chapter of our story about to begin. Xavier's hand finds mine, his touch grounding me in the present. Together, we watch the sun descend toward the horizon, casting hues of gold and orange across the sky. The waves dance to a timeless rhythm, a reminder that life moves forward, and that healing is possible even after the deepest of wounds.