This Is How You Heal Novels & Stories

she called again, and his eyes opened, his smile coming automatically. "Hey" "Where did you get wounded? You're not the type" she said worriedly, touching the wound. He held her hand to stop her, and she took it. "I'll be right back" She rushed down the balcony and came back three minutes later with a lip balm and bud. "What's this?" He asked as she opened it. "Healing lip balm, just let me apply. You can't keep going around with a wounded lip" she replied. "Does that bother you" He replied, and their eyes locked.

he says. I feel my cheeks turn pink and I look away. I hate the reminder of what that vile man did to me last night. “I can heal you,” he says gently. I turn and look at him. “If you want me too, I can heal you. He hasn’t said I can’t and if he doesn’t know, he won’t know to tell me I can’t,” he says. “Will it hurt?” I ask. “No. It will feel like warm water flowing through your body. You may feel the need to pee afterwards,” he says and this time, his small smile is genuine.

I wasn't healing. Shit.

Even if it broke me in the most unbelievable way. I move to her and engulf her in a bear hug, and as she tries to push me off her, I speak softly to her: "Let me hold you just for a little bit, Mother; you don't have to be strong every time; just breathe a bit with me. I am so sorry this is happening to you." I call to the bond of my brothers and mate, and suddenly every single scar on her is wiped off. She might not be able to heal herself, but I can heal her. She smiles, "Thanks, sweetheart." Then she suddenly levitated, falling asleep, so I take her to her room and place her on her bed, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Rest well, Mother."

He had seen everything—seen how she had nearly defeated Damian. Cathrine dropped beside Luca, carefully turning him onto his back. Her breath hitched as she inspected his injury, noticing that the wound had started to heal on its own, though a thin trail of blood still seeped from it. She placed her hands on his back, feeling a faint warmth as she tried once more to help him heal. Luca’s chest rose, then fell in a long, shuddering breath. He blinked, his gaze finding hers, and a weak smile tugged at his lips. Relief washed over her, tears spilling from her eyes as she pulled him close, holding him tight.

And I know it'll take time to heal, to move forward. ###############

Smoothing over the cut, which heals instantly. The Goddess is here.

"All right. You don't need to treat them." He looked at me in disbelief. "I don't? But I remember that you cannot heal yourself." I chuckled and turned around to give him a smug look. "That's old news." His eyes widened at me. I took a deep breath and softly commanded, "Heal." Within a few heartbeats, the skin on my back regrew, making the wounds disappear. I couldn't see it happen, but I could feel the flesh tightening and the sense of pain going away. Hearing Felix murmur, "Holy fuck," reassured me that my injuries were now gone.

This speed of healing can only be achieved using herbs and special crystals. "Why can't I? Is anything wrong?" His voice sounded like he was a little bit angered.

Sarah’s words reminded me that the power to heal was within me all along; I just needed to tap into it and believe in my own strength. “You are the healer of souls, and you have the ability to bring light and life back into those who are suffering,” she said, her voice filled with conviction. “Just hold your father’s hand and feel the energy flowing through you. Trust in yourself and in the power of love to heal.” With those words, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and reached out to hold my father’s hand, ready to embrace my role as a healer and bring him back from the brink of death.