Soul Healing Oc Novels & Stories

I wanted to cry, to scream, but as always, in my dreams I was tied down, face up, legs spread, unable to move, just waiting for them to come for me again. Waiting for the terror to begin anew. A prison made of memories. A wound that never closed. But then, something changed. Something impossible. While I wept, a voice emerged from the void. It was sweet, soft, different. It didn’t command me. It didn’t hurt me. It whispered. —“ It’s okay, sunshine. You’re safe,",” it murmured, hypnotically soft. My body reacted before my mind could. I relaxed, clinging to those words like a lifeline in the middle of the storm.

On healing. And upon an oath sworn under the stars. To be continued…

Willow explained, but something about the spell didn’t seem right. “You aren’t going to do the soul healing, are you?” Georgia looked scared, and that didn’t seem right. “It is the only thing that I can think of that will heal her. She won’t heal all the way, it would seem. We have all tried different things, and she is still hurt.” Willow told her daughter. Rayne was worried about this spell. She didn’t want to see any of them hurt. “That could break the soul link,” Georgia told her with horror on her face.

“It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery swallowed hard. Their hands shook as they reached toward the soul. Threads of light extended from their sigil, tangling gently around the corrupted form. The tether pulled, delicate but insistent. The soul resisted, writhing violently, and Avery felt it tug back like a living weight. “Steady,” Kael murmured. “It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery focused, teeth clenched, sweat stinging their eyes. The threads glowed brighter as the soul’s light flickered, pulsing with an unstable rhythm.

(Aurora's POV) The winter air carried the scent of fresh snow as I stood in the entrance of my independent healing sanctuary. After weeks of preparation, it was finally open—800 square meters of gleaming moonstone floors, rare healing crystals embedded in the walls, and enchanted moonwood furnishings that hummed with ancient energy. "Chief Healer Winters, the Silvercoat pack's Beta is here for his scheduled ritual," Ruby announced, her amber eyes bright with excitement. I nodded, smoothing my ceremonial healer's robe. "Send him to the eastern chamber."

Celia began softly, her voice raspy, “this place… It’s suffocating you. Every hallway whispers Zayn’s name, every glance reminds you of what could’ve been. You’ll never heal here.” Jada’s eyes dropped to her hands. The ache in her chest deepened. Celia reached over, her thin fingers curling around her daughter’s wrist. “Go abroad. Enroll in one of the programs I’ve been arranging for you. Leave this weight behind. Start fresh.” Jada’s lip trembled. “And leave you?”

Soul healing was rare and difficult, and it required a level of empathy that most people couldn't handle. Maeve smiled awkwardly, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. She looked down at her hands for a moment before meeting Liam's gaze. "I am still learning," she said softly. "But I can do some of the healing and soothing. I know what the curse did to this pack, and I know the kind of weight it leaves behind on the spirit." She looked at Liam with a look of genuine concern. "I would like to help you out, if you'll let me. I can feel the trauma in this house, and I think I can help settle the shadows that are still lingering in the corners."

‘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

Reyna Andrews • I was a useless, pathetic omega. And for the first time, I realized that being alive isn't worth it. But I was wrong. I was cleaning the dirty floors of the packhouse. That day was my birthday. I just turned 17, it was then that I found out that the future alpha was my mate, who he came back from school. He was my soulmate. The one who was supposed to be my prince charming like my childhood imagination. I always knew he'll love me no matter what. Even if I'm broken.

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"