The Healing Souls Novels & Stories

The Healer's Network Sister Margot knelt beside a wounded loyalist soldier in the temporary field hospital established under the wreckage of St. Lucia's Abbey, her omega healing energies flowing through hands that worked to cleanse infected sword wounds while her empathic senses felt the spiritual corruption consuming his pack bonds from the inside out.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

Caleb slowly crept closer while Leah happily took her place next to her mother, and as soon as they did she began her spell. Oh Goddess of love Oh Goddess of light Protect these two souls And give them clear sight Protect them from darkness And ones meaning them harm Let only peace surround them Let their souls remain calm Keep them from dangers Keep them from fright Keep them from things That lurk in the night So mote it be Caleb expected to feel fear yet a sense of calm overtook his soul as Amber completed her spell. He felt a lightness overtake him as he began to no longer fear the stranger, knowing that he would be kept safe from danger.

“You see? You already belong. You already are part of something bigger.” Alejandro steps closer, resting a hand lightly on my shoulder, just enough for grounding. “And this,” he murmurs, “is only the beginning. They will learn to fight, to track, to shift if needed. But it is your guidance that will heal them. Luna, their hearts, their fears… it is yours to steady.” I nod, heart swelling, letting the mindlink pulse through me like a living rhythm. “Then we start gently,” I whisper. “We teach, we heal, we grow.” Koa claps his hands once, breaking the moment. “And when they are ready, we add more. The Haven of Shadows is not just a name. It’s a promise. Broken souls find home here. Lost ones f

"I only know how to heal wounds, not illnesses." The priest smiled kindly. "You can. You just haven’t realized it yet." His gaze softened. "Do you remember the first night Damian attacked and Luca was stabbed?" Cathrine looked at him in surprise. "How do you know that? You weren’t there." The priest chuckled. "Everyone has their gifts. I can see both the past and the future—and so can you heal." Cathrine’s eyes widened. "So…what about that night?" Cathrine's voice was barely a whisper as she looked at the priest.

And ran towards the stream. Payal was lying on her stomach on a sheet. She was wearing a swimming suit, her curly, shiny hair was casting spells in the environment. Her naked back and its curves were enchanted in itself. Rakesh was lying near her. Book were in his hands, but His eyes were not catching book but he couldn't resist his eyes from seeing her beautiful body. A beautiful lady is lying in front of him, her naked back, her fitted thighs, and round hips and her body were illuminating. Rakesh was also wearing swimming suit That was making his male body part more prominent.

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

Shaking his head Reggie let out a long sigh as they began to make their way down the long ICU corridor and towards the waiting room where Vincent and Theresa waited. Allen had agreed to caring for Asher, but had insisted that he meet them at the Wilson's hideout. Given his mysterious identity he didn't often appear in public, and even when he did he was usually well disguised. "You need to strengthen up boy." Vincent mused as he took in Asher's condition. "Once you've healed enough you're going to start training with me, understood?" "Sure thing." Asher responded just as Summer opened her mouth to protest.