A Healer's Journey Novels & Stories

Sheila turned to look at them, her expression blank. "Who are you all, and how did I end up here?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Well, you had an accident and was brought here..." Doctor Clemson began. "Doctor, please stop talking. My head hurts like hell," Sheila cut him off, her eyes closing in pain. Doctor Clemson nervously asked Sheila if she could remember anything about her friends or family but Sheila, holding her head in tears, replied that her head hurt badly and begged for help. Alexander then turned to the doctor and told him her name is Sheila.

Casey said in admiration. "Yes, it was. But my journey to becoming a healer wasn't easy. I faced many obstacles and opposition from those who did not believe in the power of traditional medicine. But I persevered, and here I am today, still helping those in need," Amara said with pride. "The alpha knew that I am capable and that is why he assigned me as the healer again." "I can't thank you enough for all that you do," Casey said, her eyes filled with gratitude. "It's my pleasure. Now go home and rest. And don't forget to consume those herbs," Amara said jokingly.

Even the best healers say the same. Father has gone in and out of Odyssey numerous times in search of a cure but all to no avail. She remains bedridden, unable to move any part of her body and with great difficulty, struggles to move her neck. Without taking my eyes away from her pale face, I asked the royal physician, Geneva, who was busy packing her bags of herbs and potions, "Would she be okay?" I knew the answer because it wasn't the first I had asked the exact same question. "It would take time." She sighed, "The queen is a really strong woman, you should be strong for her as well." She advised and I tilted my head to meet her sad gaze. Her lips curved in a sad smile as she turned aroun

She exclaimed, her eyes wide. "Is it that bad?" I asked and looked down at my legs just to discover that my skin was torn and I could already see my flesh. I exclaimed loudly, my voice echoing through the whole dark forest. "Oh my gosh!" The pain suddenly electrified my whole body as my eyes found it. My breathing became uneven as I looked at my leg. I managed to swim out of the river with that. Serena pushed my head back down on the grass. "Take a deep breath," she told me as she began to twist and make shapes with her hands. "I will heal your wounds."

I growled in protest but even an Alpha cannot interfere with the healer's domain. Howling in frustration, my pack offers up their voices in a chorus to give me strength. My heir is fighting to enter this world and all I can do is wait, feeling helpless as the tormenting sounds of Alyssa's struggle continue without end. Finally, just as the moon reaches its peak, the healer emerges with a small bundle in her arms. Her eyes meet mine and she smiles. "You have a daughter, Alpha."

He mixed a vial of his blood with a dark brown liquid, and placed a droplet of it on my tongue. Clement was a decorated healer who traveled the world, someone who knew more than a kingdom combined. He was the only other healer I had met besides myself and my sister, and I vehemently begged him to teach me after he saved my life. Due to the rarity of our species, he did. After Theodore grows up, maybe I would join him in his travels to heal people. But there was something that needed to be done first. I did not fulfill one of the two missions of my new life.

He shifted on the bed and began to unbutton my pajama top, placing a sensual kiss on my skin with each one he undid. Just as he reached the final button, I took a deep breath and held it. My body was riddled with scars from the accident and multiple surgeries. I'd had more stitches and staples than any one person should, and those battle wounds had left marks that appeared angry and painful. They were far from beautiful, and my body was nowhere near perfect.

He said cutting me off. The funny thing is, I'm a healer. But Healers can't heal themselves but we heal faster that others. Kayden lead me inside the pack house and into the other healers clinic. The old woman great me with pleasure. She's one of the two Healers residing here in SilverMoon pack. Kayden patiently waiting until Imelda finished her work and excused herself. "You need to be ready anytime Adellee. You never turn your back into your enemy." He said.

Rixa’s jaw tightened at that, her fingers pressing into her own arms. “And he entered Jay’s body,” the healer continued. “Jay knows him. Knows how he thinks. Knows how he moves.” Jay’s expression darkened. “So the three of you joining hands,” the healer finished, “gives you a chance to win.” Silence hung heavy between us. “It’s just me,” the healer added quietly, almost as if he didn’t want credit. I looked from him to Jay. Jay stepped forward slowly. “I’m here because I want to help you,” he said.

Catherine died instantly in the attack. I fought desperately to drag Ethan and his father from the twisted wreckage. His father fell into a coma, while Ethan's spine was damaged—doctors said he had only a 25% chance of ever being able to shift again. Victoria disappeared right around that time. She even broke up with him via text message. 【Ethan, my family has arranged for me to study advanced healing techniques in England. I think we need to reconsider our relationship.】