Tangled Song Healing Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Hazel remembers less every year. I tell her stories when she asks, but I leave out the days after they died.” “Why?” “She was broken. She does not need to remember every piece.” “You were broken too.” “I had to take care of her.” “That did not stop you from hurting.” His eyes lowered to our hands. “No.” I reached across the table and touched the healing cut on his knuckle. “You do not always have to be the person who can handle everything.” “I do when Hazel needs me.” “And when I am with you?” He lifted his head. I almost took the question back. Then his hand turned beneath mine, and he linked our fingers.

"Thank you, Alex. Now that you are awake, we can loosen the bandage because your wound has finally healed." I nodded, letting her do whatever she wanted with me. She treated my wound that has almost healed, and I felt very very light. She helped me up to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Everything felt so clean now. My stomach growled, and I grabbed it. "I'm so hungry, Jordan. I need to eat something," I muttered. "You haven't eaten for days so I totally understand. I prepared a lot of meal so let's go to the living room," Jordan smiled, still holding my hand.

I close my eyes again as I take a deep breath in and let it out with a sigh, slipping off my sandals and allowing my feet to touch the raw earth, I close my eyes and whisper into the air around me. “I call the ancients of my bloodline, Help me heal this pain, I call the ancients of my bloodline, Intertwine your power with mine, I call the ancients of my bloodline, Flesh to flesh Bone to bone. I call to the Ancients of my bloodline, Please, hear me… Help me heal, Heal them true…”

It seemed that as curious as he was about each of them, they were just as curious back. “I don't have to but when I sing, that's all I can hear, and I find that it's easier to block out than trying to ignore all the background noise. If I can't focus, I either can't heal or I might make a mistake. In my mind, I can see everything under the person's skin that I'm healing. That's how I know what's wrong and what to heal." “Does it have to be such a fucking depressing song?" the loudmouth beta from earlier chipped in, earning himself a series of chuckles.

Ezra, ever the analyzer, remarked, "The Song of the Ancients, it's not just a guide. It's a reflection of our journey. We need to harmonize with it, let it guide our steps." Feeling a sudden surge of inspiration, Elysia began to hum the tune. Not the fragmented version they had been hearing, but the original, the one that spoke of unity and purpose. As she did, the others joined in, their voices bridging the distances, weaving a tapestry of harmony. As they sang, the labyrinth responded. The fragmented platforms began to shift, not chaotically, but purposefully. Pathways started to form, leading towards the shimmering portal. Malachi, a note of wonder in his voice, said, "It's working! The m

My skin tingled. But my heart felt heavy. I was afraid he was just like all the others who tried to take advantage of me while I was down. So my voice came out cold and harsh. "What reward do you want?" Jamie gently turned my face toward him. His eyes shimmered with hurt feelings. "Just a kiss. Can't I even have that?" There was no sleaziness in his voice, and I felt a wave of relief. My cheeks were burning. "Jamie, this isn't right. We're not meant to be."

“We’re claiming.” The declaration hung electric, simple as breath, profound as fate. Lily’s fingers clenched the mug before she abandoned it to the sill, palms tingling with need. “Claiming what?” Her voice was a husky whisper, laced with hunger. He surged that final inch, bodies aligning in perfect, heated symmetry—not caging, but cradling. “You.” One word, delivered like a caress. No theatrics needed; it seared straight to her core, igniting every nerve.

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.

Tasha, following closely behind, followed suit and locked the door for good measure. “Lovette, what’s going on?” Tasha asked softly, trying to approach me cautiously. But I was in no mood to listen. I grabbed my phone and put on a headset, turning up the volume of my music as loud as it would go. Music is the only thing that can make me forget any worries and take me into another universe.

The old woman was very distressed and could not help but vent her frustration. "Trevor, I know you are in pain and you are going through a lot, but you should at least take care of your health. You said you wanted to heal your heart and get back to your partner, how are you going to do that when you are like this? Look at the state you are in! Come, sit down quickly and drink this soup, it will give you some nourishment."