The Healing Souls Novels & Stories

200 km to the west. Heels clattered against the pavement of Executive Director Robert Slith's new Drug Manufacturing and Research Center. A place that was inaugurated a long time ago and that only the best had been hired. A place with more mysteries than science. The air billowed his dark hair and billowed around his face that outlined a triumphant smile. He ran his fingers over the plate of his white coat changing in a flash activating a spell, the name carved into it. He looked up and down the imposing building with disinterest knowing that what he was looking for was not in the visible part and his smile broadened.

"You're a smart boy. I'm just kidding. You're so sweet when you're angry. But still, you're just the perfect man in every way." Hugging her tightly, Adelard closed his eyes. His strong, yet slender body, with its graceful arms, became a fortress behind which any woman would feel happiest. "I love you," Celeste said, hugging him back. Two bodies, two souls, two hearts, and that was enough to make the universe believe in the existence of soul mates.

She drew his hand from bedclothes and enclosed their fingers together. Still so much to speak about—it was so many pieces of his past to reconcile, wounds to heal—but tonight, beneath the same sky it all originally came crashing down upon, something new was emanating. Love. Healing. And still quiet strength to hope again. To be continued...

Every rise and fall of Travian’s breathing was a lullaby, every pulse a vow unspoken—thread by thread, it wove itself into the fabric of Soren’s soul until he could not tell where one ended and the other began. His hand wandered lower, brushing lightly over the bandages wrapped tight around Travian’s torso. Beneath the cloth, beneath the skin, were wounds both visible and invisible. Scars that no healer’s touch, no tincture, no whispered spell could ever truly mend. Soren’s fingers trembled at the thought. He knew healing was not just of flesh but of spirit, and Travian’s spirit had carried burdens no one should bear. A knot formed in Soren’s chest, sharp and relentless, and his grip tighten

Today was the beginning of their battle. The four souls within the zone held hands in sleep meditation for the next few hours while the waking world passed by them. The mortals bustling around keeping guard, worried, scared. They did not know what was going on with each change in breathing patterns, each time a pulse rose, the strange calm between. The souls were healing, learning, thirteen long years to make up for.

Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake. Soul Shepherd: A weaker warrior that plays a vital role in supporting its allies. Soul Shepherds draw upon the souls bound to them to heal wounds and bolster the strength of their comrades, a beacon of spectral light amid battle.] "This skill is okay." I chuckled.

Alexander then turned to the doctor and told him her name is Sheila. However, Sheila pleaded with them to stop asking questions and get out of the room as their voice was making her head hurt even more. Alexander turned to Doctor Clemson and asked for an explanation the moment the step out. Doctor Clemson revealed that Sheila couldn't remember anything about herself as he predicted and suggested that she be taken to St Thomas hospital in London, where there are specialists who could attend to her before the situation worsened. Alexander agreed and left the room to make calls. He contacted his son Tyler who's a doctor a St Thomas Hospital and informed him of the patient he was bringing over t

Mystic watches from her seat, wondering if he truly feels this way or not. “There is more. Something you need to understand with Tori and her healing abilities.” They both turn to look at me with apprehension. “When Tori heals someone, she has to create a link or bond with them to allow the healing energy to flow through their soul, if you will. Being in a hospital setting she has control over the patient when she heals them. She needs to break the link or bond within a week, or they are linked forever. She does not use her abilities on everyone. She chooses the ones who need the boost and helps them. It’s not so imperative in humans, but it is for other weres. If the bond is not broken with

He had to ask the question burning inside him ever since he found out what his new son-in-law was. “Unfortunately, no. It’s a myth. Healing works with soulmates only, but that didn’t stop the persecutions in ancient times, leading to eradicating my kind. It’s one of the reasons we retreated into shadows.” Luke explained quickly, and Richard nodded in acknowledgment. He will have to take notes. This was one whole new subject that needed to be explored. Leaving the home office, Sarah took Luke by the hand and led him down the corridor and up the stairs into the unfamiliar part of the mansion. Judging by the faint smells, nobody resided in this part of the house permanently.

****okay so last chapter Devon got a little frisky with Jennifer. This chapter is all about her and how her feelings for Jennifer developed. This chapter gives a whole new outlook to Soulmates but that is all I'm saying. You have to read in order to find out... Hehehehe enjoy**** Devon POV junior year of high school...