The Healing Novels & Stories

Everything in me wants to say something that matches the size of what he just admitted, but none of it comes. "Okay." The word comes out flatter than I mean it to. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." I turn and leave before he can say anything else, my hands curling into fists at my sides the whole walk down the lawn. --- POV: Haley I go to Nathan's after, the way I always do after these appointments, some habit neither of us ever named out loud. He opens the door and reads my face before I say a word. "What happened?" "I went to the hospital today." He steps back from the door this time, and I follow him in. "New specialist. Dr. Reeves finally got him in."

"But as far as I know, Mythical Tiger Base has no one with healing powers anymore. They've lost their only healer, isn't that right?" "Nonsense! This agent was developed by our base's healing Esper, Chad Stewart. He's currently in our base, safe and sound," a follower of Janice immediately retorted. "Is that so? Didn't you take away my healing power, then did the same thing to Chad Stewart? Don't tell me there's a third healer in your base?"

“But I want you to know I’m still in this.” “I do,” I whisper back. He kisses my forehead, and I feel the tremble in his lips. And I know. This is how healing begins. Not in grand declarations or rushed moments—but in small, sacred ones. Like the touch of a hand. Like the weight of a kiss on skin that once flinched and now welcomes. Like two broken hearts choosing—day by day—to find their way back. Together.

I felt loved. Because healing wasn’t about never falling. It was having hands ready to help you get up every single time it was necessary.

But I knew that he had to be hurting inside. “Place your leg on my lap,” I told him as I moved to face him properly. Clay followed my order silently and then, I moved my fingers over his wound with feather light hands, making sure not to make direct contact with the flesh. The tips of my fingers began to glow a faint golden as the power inside me took shape. I heard Clay sigh as the pain eased, as the healing power worked its way through his bones. I’ve also heard other healers say that it had a calming feeling to it. Like being healed by a healer also gave the patient a sense of inner peace.

Sally was already thinking of a better way to console her friend, but surprisingly, Martha didn't call her to cry or whine on her shoulders. "I think...I might know of a solution for my brother" Martha said, looking around to be sure no one was closeby. Sally's eyes gushed with both curiosity and confusion. "Okay. What is it?" She asked and Martha took another beady look around. "Last night", she began. "I was going through some history books and noticed there were a set of people called Healers". "Healers?" Sally repeated. "Yes. They are people with special healing abilities and able to cure even the rarest sickness on earth".

Concern lay in his eyes as he watched her rub her wrist. “Tell me,” he demanded. “I am not stupid Lily, I know omegas can't heal that quickly. How did it disappear?” He repeated. “Cause I have healing powers. You can't tell anyone about it. I can heal anything and anyone of any sickness even Cancer.” She explained, her eyes watering at this point. “You can?” He asked, his brows quirking.

May it serve as a beacon of hope and harmony for us in the years ahead. Applause erupted, and Luna moved aside, allowing the healing center's first visitors to enter. The room was a piece of beauty, with relaxing hues, ethereal artworks, and beautiful plants that thrived under the supervision of mystical energy. Each room was meticulously created to meet a variety of requirements, ranging from physical healing to mental well-being. Luna and Phillip went hand in hand through the center, seeing directly the impact of their vision. They observed tears of pleasure change into smiles of appreciation, loads lifted from shoulders, and the transformational power of he