The Healing Novels & Stories

"Your healing abilities. They're getting stronger since you arrived here, aren't they?" I set the lavender down carefully, buying time. He wasn’t wrong. What used to exhaust me after one session now barely tired me out. And yesterday, I'd healed a gash on a young wolf's arm without even touching him. "It's probably just practice," I said, aiming for casual and missing by a mile. Kieran's laugh was soft but knowing. "You don't believe that any more than I do." He perched on the edge of my work table, his ancient eyes studying me. "Have you heard of Lunar Souls?"

I fit against him like I always had. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “For what?” “For reminding me,” he answered, “that healing isn’t about forgetting. It’s about choosing to stay.” I smiled into his chest, my eyes finally closing. Outside, the moon hung pale and calm in the sky, no longer red, no longer angry. And for the first time in a long while, sleep came easily.

The distance was small, almost imperceptible, but enough for Seara to notice it every time. [He's keeping his distance because you're indifferent to him.] whispered Arach. "I don't care," Seara replied silently, even though her heart beat a little faster every time she saw Austin from a distance. That night, Austin approached her in the practice hall. "Have you ever taken a Young Healer class?" he asked casually, as if it were a normal topic. Seara shook her head. "Not yet." "There's a session tomorrow morning. Basic non-dominant healing. You'd be good at it," he said. "If you want."

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

I'm his nurse, the one who'll take care of him forever. END

With her lips upside down, Serena faced me wholly. "The flower blessed you with a gift and refused it the moment you played with the real structure of destiny. Now you want to take it back, heal him." With her basic explanation, I just kept staring at her. I am asking for an elaboration and a bit clearer clarification. With a roll of her eyes, she sighed. "You can not heal a wound that's already healed." "But he was sad," I reasoned out. "A memory like that would make him feel so forlorn. Losing someone you love will surely leave a scar. A scar. Not a wound."

I whisper, almost afraid to move. “You’re healing.”

With a finger to her cheek, her gaze pierced into my soul, "The bond will be restored once the destruction magic is eradicated. Spell leaves invisible residues. Healers are whitelighters that can remove the bad and reinstate the good. Therefore healers can repel dark energy. Look....." My eyes followed her fingers to a large white cloud that was to the left. It flickered with brief lightning streaks until images appeared. It was of my ancestor, named Delia. She was channeling her essence to heal someone. It was like being taken on a journey into her mind to understand how to heal someone. It revealed to me that later healers imitated her methods and successfully treated many people, thereaft

She announced and we both nodded. I found myself captivated by her words. “What types of ailments do you treat here?” I asked, eager to learn more. “We focus on holistic healing,” Elara replied, her eyes shining. “From physical injuries to emotional wounds, we believe in treating the whole person. Our ancestors taught us that true healing comes from understanding the interconnectedness of all things.” The conversation flowed easily, and I felt a warmth envelop me as I shared my own experiences and struggles. The healers listened with empathy, and I could sense a bond forming between us.

“You have my word.” We follow them through winding paths made of glassy stone and glowing plants that light the way. Every step feels surreal. I just can’t shake the feeling that I don’t belong here. When we reach what looks like a temple carved into the side of a mountain, the doors open on their own. Caelum motions me forward. “This is the healing hall. Only the highest fae healers can perform what Leah needs.” I look around. The walls shimmer faintly, alive with tiny, moving lights. In the center, a wide circular platform glows, covered in runes that pulse with pale blue light. The ones faes carrying Leah lay her gently in the middle.