The Healing Souls Novels & Stories

But the laughter and excited chatter of the patrons filled the air as they mingled to one another as if it’s the first in a hundred years, their footsteps muffled by the soft grass beneath them. Delicious aromas wafted from the open kitchen, where skilled Healers worked tirelessly to prepare a feast fit for royalty. Healers are said to be healers not just because they cure the wound, but because they also heal the soul through food’s enjoyment. And feeding the body, of course. If only his Sasha knew how to cook—which is a skill that a Healer must aced—she had long gone escape the brutality of being labeled as nothing more but a property of the pack.

"If I stop... he takes the world! I have to... heal the dark!" "It's... too deep..." Ash wheezed, his hand coming up to cover hers on his chest. He wasn't trying to pull her away anymore; he was trying to steady her. "He’s... part of the soul now..." "Then I’ll heal the soul too!" Rhea roared.

"Small things at first - cuts that healed too quickly, your ability to ease pain with just a touch. We hoped no one else would notice, that you could just be a normal healer without the full power of the Soul bloodline." "But that's not what happened." "No. Your abilities grew stronger as you got older. And we..." Aunt Marta looked down at her hands. "We made choices we're not proud of." I knew she was referring to selling me, but I didn't want to discuss that right now. There would be time for that conversation later. "Tell me more about the Soul healers," I said instead. "What made them different from other healers?" "They could see the threads of life," Uncle Henrik explained. "Every livi

“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.

I knew that I had to trust her, even if it meant enduring this unbearable suffering. I can feel my body slowly starting to relax, the burning sensation gradually subsiding as Luna’s healing powers take effect. I opened my eyes to see her glowing with a soft light, her expression filled with determination to help me through this ordeal. A soft warmth enveloped me as Luna continued to channel her healing energy, and I could feel the pain ebbing away with each passing moment. I closed my eyes and let the soothing sensation guide me. “She is a healer of souls.” I hear someone whisper in awe, capturing the essence of Luna’s extraordinary gift. It was a moment of pure magic, as her healing touch b

shaping their efforts to create a cosmic order that honored the diversity of interconnected realms. As cosmic citizens journeyed through the interconnected realms, they discovered cosmic sanctuaries that served as centers for cosmic healing and rejuvenation. Conversations among cosmic healers were a harmonious exchange of energies, with simple words like "cosmic wellness" and "transcendent rejuvenation" embodying the transformative experiences within these celestial havens.

When I am about to perform my proclamation for your gift, I stripped over to something and snatched away your self-healing ability as a she-wolf," Yep, I may be able to heal others,but I can't heal my own, that is why I have been so careful to my movements. "When we created wolves and other supernatural beings, it is a very usual to gift one with the self-healing ability once they finished their first shift," she smiled towards me awkwardly,"I am very sorry about that my child. Thankfully, though, my colleagues decided to make the other half or what we called, mates, to have and can give healing, to their soul mates," I smiled and laugh a little. I remember when Hunter healed me just by a to

The moment her skin touched Aria’s, a strange sensation spread through her chest—like soft pressure pressing from inside and outside at the same time. “You carry the echo of a broken bond,” the healer murmured. “And it is still bleeding.” Aria inhaled sharply. “Bleeding?” “Wound of the soul,” the healer said. “A physical one could kill you instantly. This one kills slowly.” Erevan stiffened. Aria forced herself to breathe evenly. “Can you fix it?” The healer’s thumbs brushed her cheekbones. “Yes and no.” Erevan’s voice sharpened. “Explain.”

I was afraid of what I might have created… To understand what's going on, I need to find Evelara first. But where? Where did she go? My gaze sharply went through the maps spread across the table. Borders, territories, ancient paths. I leaned over them, searching for something, anything. Just a clue and that's all. And then I saw it… Healing Soul Tribe. A thread I had overlooked until now. I dug deeper, pulling older documents, forgotten alliances. Patterns emerged slowly, yet unmistakably. “The Healing Soul has always followed the Mount Healers,” I muttered. “Even after the fall… They did not carry magic, yes, but they follow the mount healers in a scared way.”

Together, they embarked on a journey of healing, where the scars of the past could be soothed and transformed into stories of resilience. Days turned into weeks as Sasha immersed herself in the healing rituals of the sanctuary. Under the guidance of skilled healers, her physical injuries gradually mended, while the deep emotional wounds were addressed with compassion and understanding. Through meditation, herbs, and ancient remedies, Sasha began to reclaim her sense of self and find the strength to confront the demons that had driven her down a dark path.