Novel & Cerita The Healing Souls

I cradled her securely against me as I carried her upstairs to our bedroom. I laid her carefully across the bed before pulling a chair beside her. Despite her uneven breathing, she was still conscious enough to look at me with fear in her eyes. I took both her hands in mine and closed my eyes. Healing was one of the oldest gifts possessed by spirit wolves, but it demanded precision. It wasn't enough to flood a body with power. The energy had to seek every wound, repair damaged tissue, strengthen failing organs, and drive out whatever threatened the life within.

He wasn't totally sure yet, so he didn't dare use his Spirit Eye to look deeper. When Felix said this, Koros raised his eyebrow. "Haha! You're the first person to figure that out. So, can you actually treat souls?" Felix continued fishing for information. "I can handle human souls pretty well, but not souls of Malevolent Phantoms!" Koros jumped up excitedly. "Alright, alright! She's just a normal human, so get started right away. If you heal her, I swear not another person in Medic's Haven will die.

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

Nathan catches me before I hit the floor, one hand cupping my face, tapping my cheek fast. "Haley, look at me. Hey, stay with me." "Someone call 911!" Avriel, already moving, phone already in her hand. I try to hold onto his voice. I can't. Then black. —

Space of everything and nothing simultaneously. Corruption makes it toxic. Makes it wrong. Makes it void-touched. Healing requires love. Requires presence. Requires being so completely real that corruption can't survive near you. Can't exist in your presence. Can't remain when confronted with pure healing intention. Elena understood. Not just intellectually. Soul-deep understood. She knew how to be so completely present that wrongness couldn't survive. Knew how to love so purely that corruption dissolved. Knew healing in way no teaching could provide. In way only natural healers knew.

He also gifted some wolves to be great worriors and leaders known as Alphas and some with great strategic planning known as betas while some with magic healing powers and they called healers. But some healers got involved with evil ones as their mates. As the mate bond was stronger, those healers protected their mates and thus caused great chaos so he took this chance frim them. From then on, no healer ever had a mate so they could focus on their work without getting pressurized from anyone. But then he disappeared. He never came to wolves again no matter how much they called him. The wolf spirit never answered their calls and slowly people forgot about him but still there was his tales and

“Not only that, they made me use my fucking trump card. Fuck that old man.” The young girl tilted her head. More people in the village began killing themselves, their bodies turning into pale particles that she absorbed with quiet delight. “Don’t be upset, brother. We have enough time to do that. First, let’s focus on healing ourselves with these pathetic people’s souls.” The brother’s anger slowly subsided. He nodded once and began to heal, drawing strength from the light particles drifting up from the village.

Outside, the ancient forest dripped, cleansed and renewed. Inside, two souls lay irrevocably fused. The human healer was human no longer. She was Mate.

She whispered, her voice vibrating through my skull. “Our blood will heal the lacerations on the body. But the real issue is his soul.” I noticed that glowing medicine doing its magic as Cassian’s veins flickered faintly under the surface, silver lines pulsing weakly along his chest and throat. The threads between me and Cassian shivered, pulsing as if reacting. My wolf spoke again, her voice a low growl. “As our blood enters his system, the healing has begun. But it will not hold on its own.

"When will we know it’s safe to touch her without destroying her?" "When she chooses us," I said, with a certainty that burned. "Only then." He watched as I took his place. As I kissed her. As I felt what he had felt. Her light was a fire, and we only knew darkness. And yet… she didn’t burn us. She revealed us. She made us vulnerable. The bond had already begun. Not in flesh. Not in blood. In the soul. And that union… was irrevocable.