A Healer's Journey Novels & Stories

“Tell him the baby’s strong. Like him. But they’ll be stronger than both of us.” A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll tell him.” After Jace left, things shifted. I began to walk with purpose. Eat more. Sleep better. I started planning. Not for a return but for the future. I found a healer nearby. A rogue named Callen with a gentle voice and clever hands. He didn’t care about my past. Just checked my vitals and offered calming teas. “You’re lucky,” he said during one visit. “Your pup is healthy. Strong heartbeat. No complications so far.”

I have to talk about my past once again to get people to know me and everyone is always fascinated by a healer. By the end of the day, I'll be known by everyone and that's worse because I'll only know by the end of the day if it's a bad or good thing. Will the boys want me for my looks? My body or because I'm a healer? Will the girls hate me because of the attention I'll get from the boys? I will only know later. Healers are extremely beautiful creatures because everyone likes to look at a beautiful specimen to feel at ease or whatever. Healers can also be known as sorcerers. We prefer the term healers because we use our powers to heal ailments and to bring peace in the pack upon the alphas

After a long pause, he finally said, “I have seen changes like this before, but only in very few healers. These healers are rare and they usually prefer to live far from the rest of us. They keep to themselves, often at the edge of our borders, avoiding interaction with packs unless it is necessary. In Crescent Moon Pack, there are two such healers. If there is anyone who can help you control this power before it harms you or the child, it will be them.” I exchanged a glance with Raya, who gave me a small reassuring nod.

Without hesitation, Zen replied, “I want to support my friends while they are in combat and become the safe space that they can fall back on in the heat of a battle, to watch over them like a guardian angel providing them assistance by watching their backs.” It was a perfect answer. Father Clarence did not make a mistake in bestowing this young man with his favour. Although Zen appeared to wield twin daggers created by Ben and a special armour from Paul, his heart was one of a healer. Healers must be selfless by nature, and Zen understood the role of a healer completely. The ability to heal is a gift from god, not meant to be hoarded selfishly. “You passed the test,” Father Mark chuckled. “I

“Right here. Look at me.” “I’m here,” I gasped, though the world kept tilting, narrowing, every sound stretching and distorting under the pressure building inside me. “It’s progressing fast,” the healer said, her tone controlled but tighter now. “Faster than expected.” “Is that a problem?” Javier demanded immediately. “It can be,” she answered without looking at him. “But not if she stays focused.” “I am focused,” I said, though another wave rose before I could even finish the thought, crashing through me with brutal force as my back arched slightly and a cry escaped before I could stop it.

Sasha and Zelda discovered that healing was not a destination but a continuous process, requiring patience, understanding, and an unwav Chris had endured a long and arduous journey of healing, but finally, he emerged victorious. His body had mended, and his spirit had regained its strength. It was time for him to reclaim his rightful place as a doctor at the hospital. With a renewed sense of purpose, Chris stepped through the familiar hospital doors, his white coat billowing behind him. The familiar scent of antiseptic filled his nostrils, bringing back a flood of memories. Each step he took echoed with determination, as if the ground itself acknowledged his triumphant return.

All the healers who participated in the cover-up received severe disciplinary action. However, because they confessed and I spoke on their behalf, explaining they had been coerced, the Council decided on a lighter sentence. Their healer's marks were downgraded, and their packs' territorial resources and neutral zone privileges were reduced.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

Lain stared at the heavens, seeing his beloved mate and his smiled, taking his final breath. “Prepare him for burial. I will find the girl,” Alpha Kayden commanded.

she demanded. “She’s not physically injured,” another voice cut in calmly. It was the healer. The young one with ancient eyes she stepped forward, her gaze locked onto me. “But her soul is.” I didn’t understand what that meant and I didn’t care because the pain still felt like I was dying. Knox tightened his hold on me. “Fix it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. The healer didn’t react to his tone, she simply knelt beside me. “Easy,” she murmured.