This Is How You Heal Novels & Stories

Lincoln shared with me. “How so?” I inquired, being drawn in as if it were story time. “You being able to heal, means you can also heal yourself,” Lincoln explained. “Healing always starts from within,” he added. “Such as me, you were beating the shit out of me, and I was healing myself after each blow. It is why there is minimal damage to me,” he shared.

I ask, hoping he doesn’t think I’m as crazy as I sound. He studies me for a minute, like he’s considering how to respond, and yeah, I’m pretty sure he thinks I’ve lost the plot. But to my surprise, he doesn’t say that at all. “I can’t say anyone’s ever described it to me that way before. But it’s a proven fact having a mate close improves healing, the same way a recent rejection can prevent it. “But what I can say is this, if that’s what you experienced and it led to this, by all means keep it up. Healing damage like yours is part hard work in therapy and part Moon Magic. No one really knows how it works, just that it does.”

I started to realize it just now because it started to feel itchy and a little painful down there. . Come on now Aria. I know that you can do it. You are the only one you got by your side for now. You can convince your own body to heal itself much faster. You are the only one who can do that. Come on now Aria. Come on. You can do it.

teasing her. “ no ” she answered and I smiled. “ very well, carry on with the execution ” the blade was drawn and she was made to kneel , I would cut off the hands that touched her later ,for now I wanted to take note of her reactions. “ we pray the goddess thy soul to keep ” the Pack chanted , like we do others that has died by the blade . her mind seemed to come to a conclusion. “ wait ! I can heal you Emperor. ” I laughed.

“But I want you to know I’m still in this.” “I do,” I whisper back. He kisses my forehead, and I feel the tremble in his lips. And I know. This is how healing begins. Not in grand declarations or rushed moments—but in small, sacred ones. Like the touch of a hand. Like the weight of a kiss on skin that once flinched and now welcomes. Like two broken hearts choosing—day by day—to find their way back. Together.

"Now, picture your light flowing into his body. Visualize your light healing him from the inside." He has to be OK. I do as I am told, and I let my light go as deep as the wound is and see it healing him. He has to be OK. I can not lose him. The light gets brighter and blasts out of the cut, and I see the wound is closed. I look to Luca's face to see him smiling back at me. "I knew you could do it, cupcake." I giggle, but a few tears still make their way down my face.

But I knew that he had to be hurting inside. “Place your leg on my lap,” I told him as I moved to face him properly. Clay followed my order silently and then, I moved my fingers over his wound with feather light hands, making sure not to make direct contact with the flesh. The tips of my fingers began to glow a faint golden as the power inside me took shape. I heard Clay sigh as the pain eased, as the healing power worked its way through his bones. I’ve also heard other healers say that it had a calming feeling to it. Like being healed by a healer also gave the patient a sense of inner peace.

It was excruciating. "You are injured, host. Your injury will only be paused in your inanimate form but will resume worsening if you revert back to a living existence," the system answered Quickstep. "Bouncing balls! How can I heal from this grave wound?" Quickstep asked the system. "If you can transmogrify to an existence that has natural healing abilities or one that has healing magic, you can recuperate instantaneously, host. Your option is transmogrify into a plant or tree to heal in time. A tree would provide you faster regeneration than that of a plant," the system informed Quickstep.

Whenever Zoe was in trouble, he would drop everything to be by her side. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up the divorce agreement I'd prepared long ago and sent it to him. After hiking what felt like miles down the rain-slicked path, I flagged down a ride-share and finally made it home. As I reached the front door, my phone buzzed with a notification from our friends' group chat. Someone had shared a screenshot of Zoe's post. [Zoe's caption is brutal! What kind of disease does Isiah have that needs her touch?] [What else? His erectile dysfunction around Floria.]

“You’ve been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past few weeks, Miss Alessia. I’m glad to say both you and the baby are perfectly fine and healthy. You were very lucky—someone rescued you from the crash site and brought you here.” I blinked at him, stunned. “Weeks? It’s been weeks?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “And you’ll still need a couple more weeks to recover fully. Fortunately, you didn’t suffer any broken bones. Just soft tissue damage and some internal bleeding, which we were able to treat.” He gave me a reassuring look. “If you feel any pain or discomfort, be sure to inform the nurses immediately.” I could not believe it—that I had spent weeks in this strange hospital, broken