The Healing Souls Novels & Stories

'She' said. "One by one, you followed everything up as it should be. Even your long time enemy who you had changed into a beast to wonder the face of the earth thought that he was going to have his revenge. Little did he know that we were only using him. And now he is dead and gone." 'She' said. "As beasts do not have souls." I said, completing her words. "And how about that herbal woman? I just laughed at her naive behavior. She hadn't even suspected a thing." 'She' said and laughed out loudly.

I chuckled, removing my hand from her lower back “Little one, he is a wolf, he will heal just fine in time, he won’t need a band-aid by the time he gets back home to us” I shook my head in a no motion “The band-aid is for his soul” Soul? My eyes grew wide “What do you mean?” I asked. “His soul has a crack in it, and it needs to be fixed before it breaks more” I knew only one way a crack can happen, he had been revived, once a soul is placed back in their body, it's damaged, doomed to break and once broken, the soul disappears as if it never existed in the first place. I placed my hand on Beth’s shoulder spinning her around to face me, both hands gripped each of her slender shoulders “What d

He realized that the love he had shared had been the greatest gift of all, and that the legacy he would leave behind was not in the words he had written, but in the lives he had touched. He shared his reflections with the healers, his voice soft and filled with wisdom. They gathered in the great hall, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight, their hearts open to his words. "I have learned that the greatest healing comes from within. It is not just about the techniques we learn or the remedies we use. It is about the love we carry in our hearts. It is about the reflection that allows us to see ourselves clearly. It is about the stillness that allows us to hear the voice of our

He checked my pulse again and again, studying the color of the blood around my wounds, his brow furrowed. "Strange…" he muttered. "What is it?" I asked weakly. He looked up, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and awe. "When I was cleansing the silver poison, I had to probe your wolf soul… Gods, I have never encountered a soul so pure, so powerful." I stared at him, confused. The healer took a shaky breath, his voice trembling with awe and terror. "You don't understand. Your soul... it's the purest I have ever seen. For them to do this to you... they're not just punishing you. They're digging their own graves."

Her heart ached with tenderness and longing. Her rebirth had come with conditions. She had one year to heal one hundred souls the world had forsaken. She had already reached the agreed number. Each healing had left her slightly more whole, grounding her soul into her reborn body, solidifying her chance to remain. Until she completed the task. However, she still felt that she could never stop healing. It had become a habit. A very fulfilling one, at that.

Eldon commanded, giving her a sympathetic look while holding the crystal out between the body and soul. "Please don't do this, Eldon! I'm begging you!" She crouched next to the body. How terribly sad… She looks like she could cry at any second. "I'm so sorry Karen… But you're not done growing yet." She bowed her head for a moment and then nodded in defeat. In the blink of an eye, the soul vanished, and the crystal in his hand shone with a bright purple light for a few seconds, then faded altogether. She disappeared. "Excellent! Let me heal your wounds now… Healing Serenity." All of the wounds vanished in a few seconds. "Now, Soul Revival!" Eldon said, tossing the crystal towards the body.

I breathe a slight sigh of relief at the reprieve I have just been given. “What am I supposed to be healing?” I ask him wanting to try to mentally prepare myself. “It is complex Jenna,” he says. “I want you to clear my core,” he states. “What?” I ask him uncertain what he is even asking. “I want you to heal me from the inside out. I do not want to be a rogue. I never wanted to be a rogue. It is a birthright no child should be expected to carry,” he says angrily.

The old woman was very distressed and could not help but vent her frustration. "Trevor, I know you are in pain and you are going through a lot, but you should at least take care of your health. You said you wanted to heal your heart and get back to your partner, how are you going to do that when you are like this? Look at the state you are in! Come, sit down quickly and drink this soup, it will give you some nourishment."

“This is the spell that together we intone, To heal flesh, muscle, vein and bone, To the goddesses of fire, air, water and earth, To you, we call upon the power of rebirth, This soul below belongs to you, His spirit is of nature, so pure and true, To the goddess of the sky and the ground below, Help this man, white healing energy’s flow.” Fix this body and heal his pain, And Bobby is made whole again.” The room was filled with a flurry of wind, which grew greater in power and speed. The more they chanted, the faster the wind became, and soon, a vortex engulfed them.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?” Maria giggled, her fingers stroking his arm as she murmurs something into his ear. Tears threaten to spill, but I refused to let them see me break. I push through the doors, my heels clicking against the marbled floor as I went to the restroom. Inside, I collapse against the sink, sobbing silently. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice broke through my pain. “Hi, I’m Stefan—” I looked up with clouded eyes. “Stefan Andres?!!! CEO of The Wealth Club?!”. I widened my eyes in shock, with my lips parted and looking lost at him.