The Healing Souls Novels & Stories

And others still remained unborn, floating in pale fluid within icicle-thin stasis columns. Each had a role. Each had a purpose. None needed names. He watched them work—repairing conduits, encoding viruses, expanding the reach of the Stillness. The Frostline Range was no longer a boundary. It was becoming a womb. Behind him, Adrienne Kalt approached, wrapped in thermal shielding that crackled softly with embedded rune protection. Her steps were careful, reverent. “My Sovereign,” she said, bowing low. “Reports from the southern sentries confirm movement. The Healer’s fire lives. She escaped.”

Maaga akong nagising at hindi ito ang nakasanayan ko. Natagpuan ko na lamang ang sarili na nag-set ng alarm bago matulog. At pagmulat ko pa lang, siya kaagad ang pumasok sa isip ko. It's my fault, bakit ko pa kasi sinabi iyon? Kahit pa ay sabihin niyang naka-move on na siya ay hindi ako naniniwala. I can still see his pain, the longing he was hiding for a long time. He is not fully healed.

I'm sure she changed her soul to someone else at the time of the accident, we need to find that person and find a way to switch back. - Firstly, the story of changing souls and leaving bodies only exists in movies. Second, it wouldn't be the case with her, if anything. Although her life status is different, her name and appearance are still the same, the places and people she has ever visited do not know her or anyone named Tung Bach, even where the two of them used to stay. It's also been someone else's room for several years, with absolutely no interruptions. I also asked the temporary resident registration agency, in the past 10 years, there has been no one around that area with the same

The cover was worn, but as he touched it, the leather pulsed with that same familiar, rhythmic thrum. "All right," he whispered to the empty, shadowed space. "I need to bridge the gap. I need to take the energy of the room and force it into a concentrated pulse." He opened the book to the final, most complex page—a sequence of runes he had previously deemed impossible for a student of his rank. The lines were jagged, sharp, and looked like they were designed to cut rather than heal. "This is the High Restoration sequence," Bima muttered, tracing the symbols with his trembling finger. "It’s supposed to be a mass-mend for battlefield injuries. If I compress it… if I focus it entirely on a sing

“But we are only humans. Never forget that. How do we know what this scheme of nature is?” “I know, but still…” Jasmine trailed off, her shoulders slumping tiredly as she pushed some loose curls out of her face and behind her ear. “It’s wrong. It’s vicious. It’s…unfair.” It was a common understanding for anyone who knew of the existence of the healers that there were certain guidelines they needed to follow all their lives. First of all, they were born sterile, meaning it was impossible for them to carry on their lineage. The chief reason they were so hard to find and even harder to earn their loyalty. But when the goddess took away their ability to reproduce, she blessed them with the capab

“If… if he took my mom’s and my sister’s souls…” Hope rose before I could stop it. “Does that mean they can come back?” I asked quickly, my eyes searching through the glowing figures. “Does that mean I can see them again? Does that mean—” A firm hand landed on my shoulder, I turned. The healer’s expression had softened, but there was something heavy in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said gently. My heart dropped. “That won’t be possible.” The words sank slowly, painfully. “They no longer have bodies,” he continued. “Only their souls remain.”

When the maids moved, he started to perform the healing spell. “To the Gods and Goddesses of this world, please heed my prayer, heal what has been hurt, close the wound of this lady’s back, remove the stain from her body, and cleansed her soul to not make her berserk for when she wakes up,” the high priests said as his body glows. The staff that he’s always holding shot a bright light on the lady’s wound.

He crossed his arms over his chest and protested, but I didn’t pay any heed to his foolishness and picked up a white envelope. There was indeed a letter from the Celestial clan. “Greetings, the head of the Sussurro clan! It was a pleasant experience to connect with the mortal realm through your whisperer’s powers. Now, we would like to make our relationship deeper and practice seven out of nine stages of meditation for the purity of soul. Trust in the process and don’t hesitate to ask for guidance. We’ve seen your struggle with your emotions, this spiritual healing will aid you to take control over your wayward feelings.”

They nurtured the growth of celestial flora, whose blossoms radiated celestial energy, spreading healing and harmony throughout the realms. The celestial guardians worked tirelessly, tending to the wounded and broken. They offered solace and guidance to those who had lost hope, reminding them of the eternal presence of light even in the darkest of times. Luna became known as the Celestial Healer, her touch carrying the power to mend not just physical wounds but also the wounded spirits of those they encountered.

With a finger to her cheek, her gaze pierced into my soul, "The bond will be restored once the destruction magic is eradicated. Spell leaves invisible residues. Healers are whitelighters that can remove the bad and reinstate the good. Therefore healers can repel dark energy. Look....." My eyes followed her fingers to a large white cloud that was to the left. It flickered with brief lightning streaks until images appeared. It was of my ancestor, named Delia. She was channeling her essence to heal someone. It was like being taken on a journey into her mind to understand how to heal someone. It revealed to me that later healers imitated her methods and successfully treated many people, thereaft