The Healing Novels & Stories

I wrote on the notepad again, "What does this have to do with the healer?" The beta's expression turned serious, "The healer specializes in helping pregnant women who have experienced trauma. She can help you cope with your emotions and ensure a healthy pregnancy." I felt a lump form in my throat as I heard the beta's words. No one had ever offered to help me like that before. I had always been on my own, fighting to survive. I looked up at the beta, searching for any sign of ulterior motives. But all I saw was kindness and concern in his eyes.

"Exactly." The evening continued. The noise of two families together. Children and adults and the accumulated warmth of people who had chosen each other repeatedly across years. Healing, I was learning, didn't announce itself. It didn't arrive like resolution. Like the closing of a conference room door or the reading of a verdict. It arrived like this. A baby named William in a room full of people who understood why. A daughter who noticed you were finally here. A Tuesday session and a Thursday session and the slow patient work of letting the weight become just love.

Her skin was burning with fever, her pulse fluttering like a trapped bird's heartbeat. Closing my eyes, I began to whisper the healing words I had known since childhood, feeling for that familiar warmth that had always lived at the center of my being. The girl's mother went silent, watching with wide, fearful eyes as I concentrated on channeling whatever healing power I still possessed into her daughter's failing body.

I thought about that for a moment, and honestly, I didn’t have an answer. I looked at my hands again, where once there had been a well of power, and now, there was nothing. No familiar buzz of energy. Just… hands. Jayne reached across the table and placed hers on top of mine. Her knuckles were worn with time, her skin weathered. Her nails were short. She never painted them or let them grow out—always said it was easier and more sanitary this way. “Healing has never been about vows or powers,” she whispered. “It’s about helping people. Even when you don’t want to. Even when helping people means hurting others, or lying to make things easier for a family, or freezing up because you’re so scare

Possible Trigger Warnings: Talk of self-harm and suicide Ryland I wake up with Gracie still sound asleep next to me, snoring lightly. She really is beautiful. I take in her soft features for a moment, and for the first time, I notice the freckles that run over the arch of her nose. Cute! I chuckle at the way she is lying. Gracie has one leg out of the bed, the covers were off her, and the tee she is wearing had crawled up, showing her panties.

They held each other in the quiet moments, their bodies close, their souls intertwined. Kai also spent time with his children, his presence a source of comfort and guidance. He listened to their stories and offered his wisdom, drawing on the lessons he had learned from his own healing journey. He held them when they cried and celebrated with them when they rejoiced. He reminded them that healing was a journey, not a destination, and that every step forward was a victory, no matter how small.

Zen asked out of curiosity. Would this NPC explain it? Father Clarence smiled kindly and adjusted his round-framed glasses. “It works differently in terms of efficiency. A beginner healing salve can stop the bleeding and close small wounds. An intermediate healing slave can staunch the bleeding of bigger wounds, including sword stabs and close them. It hurts a little, but you will survive if the wound was not fatal. An advanced healing salve can close up fatal wounds and has a regeneration effect. It is mostly used for regrowing amputated limbs, but the materials for such a healing salve is rare and difficult to find.”

"You don't know? His wife and child disappeared three years ago. He tried to mask it as a mutual separation, but news got to the press that it wasn't, after a private investigator anonymously leaked a video of him. It was strange, but he withdrew from the world and has been running his empire from the shadows since then. He has not made a public appearance in six months and we doubt he would do so anytime soon. So yeah, I guess he really does need help." I listened to him with keen ears. It made sense all of a sudden. It was not that he did not want to heal, the problem was he was scared of healing. To heal, he had to face all the unpleasant memories, confront all the demons that lurked in h

The night was supposed to be the most joyous night for the Shadowcrest pack, as their Luna, Mirabelle, had been confirmed to be pregnant. Alpha Lain was the happiest man on earth, as they had never been able to have another child after the birth of their first daughter, Elaira. But instead of celebrating this joyous occasion, the pack was bleeding and crying as blood flowed everywhere.

“But we are only humans. Never forget that. How do we know what this scheme of nature is?” “I know, but still…” Jasmine trailed off, her shoulders slumping tiredly as she pushed some loose curls out of her face and behind her ear. “It’s wrong. It’s vicious. It’s…unfair.” It was a common understanding for anyone who knew of the existence of the healers that there were certain guidelines they needed to follow all their lives. First of all, they were born sterile, meaning it was impossible for them to carry on their lineage. The chief reason they were so hard to find and even harder to earn their loyalty. But when the goddess took away their ability to reproduce, she blessed them with the capab