The Healing Souls Novels & Stories

Once he got his breath back he nodded his head telling me that my questions are welcome now. “Why would strong and powerful souls like yourself need a healer by their side? It’s not that someone can kill you.”, I asked. He smiled and said, “Once we enter the era, we are not souls. We have a form. Though we are much more powerful we can be taken down. The healers help us to stay alive till the motive of us being there is fulfilled. We enter the past or future to ensure that no soul has been wronged. We can’t save the humans but we can save the souls.”

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

"If our father was hiding this, she might have seen the signs years ago and not even known what they meant. She knows the scent of a corrupted soul better than anyone." "Exactly," Fennigan said. "Elias, keep digging into the 'how.' Find the chemical breakdown. But I’m going to bring Veda in. She, Thorpe, and Horne represent the triad of our history. If there is a way to protect a human soul from a synthetic wolf’s bite, they will find it in the old lore." Elias nodded, finally feeling his pulse slow down to a non-lethal rhythm. The idea of a healer—someone who worked with the living, breathing essence of a person rather than just data—was a relief.

they had always feared—protective, fierce, and unbreakable. The "Gold" surge hit its peak. I felt the marrow in my bones vibrate so hard I thought they would shatter. The silver scar on my arm flared with a blinding brilliance, the frequency traveling through the microphone and up to the Theatre’s massive concrete crown. On the monitors, I saw the global "Void" network turning from a poisonous purple to a pure, healing gold. The "Sequence 9" canisters in Owerri hissed and died, the gas neutralized by the harmonic resonance of my voice.

The night was supposed to be the most joyous night for the Shadowcrest pack, as their Luna, Mirabelle, had been confirmed to be pregnant. Alpha Lain was the happiest man on earth, as they had never been able to have another child after the birth of their first daughter, Elaira. But instead of celebrating this joyous occasion, the pack was bleeding and crying as blood flowed everywhere.

"I'll be there in an hour. Any feedback on the Screenwriters Fair? - he asked. God, his obsession with movies and writing movies really is annoying. But I have my own kind of addiction. I stared at the spent beauty on my bed. I fucked her so violently, she passed out. But it felt so good, my dick slowly started to rise again. Although I have to wait a few days before I take her again, she is not a vampire, can't heal that fast. And I won't give her my blood either, or she would be able to fight against me. Witches can heal others. Oh, wait, good witches can heal others, evil ones were capable to heal themselves. But my pussy muffin wouldn't do that, no matter how wildly I push her to her org

She said. Raeyan listened in silence. Naturally, the basis of dark arts is for healing. But what made it different from the orthodox healing is its methods used. As Vira said, the dark arts use harmful methods not only for the other people but also to the user itself. Just an example is recalling one’s soul. Because it involves the soul, it could cause an instant death to someone. But, since Lovis didn’t have any malicious intent towards Phyros and Vermeil, this Lovis successfully recalled Vermeil’s soul back to his (Vermeil) body while safely sent Phyros’s soul back to where it came from before he possessed Vermeil’s body.

Or did it come from someone else, someone who knew what darkness lurked in that lost little girl? The head healer finds me later, poring over ancient texts in the library. "That technique you used," she says without preamble. "With the moonflower essence. I've been researching it." She spreads out old scrolls covered in familiar-looking diagrams. "These methods were unique to the northern healing packs. Passed down through bloodlines." "I don't have a bloodline," I remind her. "I don't even have a wolf." "Don't you?" She studies me with knowing eyes. "Those packs were different. Special. They didn't just heal bodies - they healed souls."

Others were darker—twisted versions of what I thought I knew, stories that mother had sanitized for her daughter's innocent ears. There were stories of Moon Healers who could mend flesh with a touch, knitting together wounds that should have been fatal, saving lives that the Goddess had already marked for the afterworld... or stop a heart from beating with the same gentle caress, stealing life as easily as granting it. Wolves who could ease a soul into peace, comforting the dying with visions of beauty and light as they passed beyond the veil... or rip one from a body in rage, condemning the victim to wander eternally, forever separated from the ancestors.

The young girl, a little distracted, flinched. "Oh, huh, me?" "Yeah, heal the others too. There's still time so let's hurry." "Fine… But you're much better than me at this, I wonder if I can heal a broken bone." Dora thought for a moment and turned to Mercy. "What kind of monsters drop healing soul stones?" "Uuuh... Not on my card, aren't healers just good with a lot of magic power?" "Angels." Zuri said mockingly. Sana sighed lightly and walked toward Dora and stood next to him.