A Healer's Journey Novels & Stories

"When I woke up, I was already in J country with my mother and grandfather. After I found out about my new illness, my grandfather started training me. Actually, even as a child, I did not look like a typical Omega. Before developing my scent, I thought I was a Beta... Then in high school it got complicated. First, I was an Omega, and second, I always stay away from people because of my illness, so the Alphas started picking on me. Luckily, I was good at fighting!" Hearing that, Max could not help but take Trevor's hand, sensing that it was difficult for Trevor to talk about his history. He squeezed his hand tightly to give him a sense of comfort. Trevor looked into those beautiful golden ey

I ask him feeling a sense of hope now that I know Doctor Rivers knows what we are dealing with. “I do not know. We never fully embraced the idea we would encounter a healer. What I do know is she is in a bad way. Who was she trying to heal?” he asks me. I look down at Jenna as a wave of anxiety flows over me. “The Rogue King,” I reply and look to the doctor. A wave of anguish runs across his face. “Him being alive and knowing where a healer is is not a good thing,” he tells me unnecessarily.

Why wasn’t it healing? Then it hit me. Back at my ex-pack’s palace, I’d learned that if I went even a week without treating wolves, my healing abilities would begin to weaken. I never understood why that happened, but here it was again — proof that it was real. If I wanted to keep my gift — my career — I had to use it. With that resolve, I made up my mind. I would start healing again today. Determined, I dragged myself into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The warm water soothed my aching muscles. Afterward, I stepped out, wrapping a towel tightly around myself.

Others were darker—twisted versions of what I thought I knew, stories that mother had sanitized for her daughter's innocent ears. There were stories of Moon Healers who could mend flesh with a touch, knitting together wounds that should have been fatal, saving lives that the Goddess had already marked for the afterworld... or stop a heart from beating with the same gentle caress, stealing life as easily as granting it. Wolves who could ease a soul into peace, comforting the dying with visions of beauty and light as they passed beyond the veil... or rip one from a body in rage, condemning the victim to wander eternally, forever separated from the ancestors.

That’s what warriors do; they protect the lives of their superiors and the rest of the pack members. My head whipped around to meet Healer Aric. He is a healer from the neighboring pack. A tall, lean man with pools of forest green eyes. His dark hair falls in waves around his face, framing sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline. There is a sense of quiet strength in his stature and in his hands, weathered from years of healing work.

I asked, curiosity peaking. "We have rules, ma'am. And one of our rules is that when healing, no other person can be in the room apart from the healers. "Don't worry. You can trust us. Luca will be perfectly fine. Just leave us. It only takes a few minutes." At first, I didn't want to go. But I had no other option. I had to trust. I gave them a slight nod and then stood up from the bed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

“What does it do?” “It weakens the body.” The room fell completely silent. “It will not kill him.” I folded my arms across my chest. “It will simply slow his recovery.” The healer did not touch the bottle. “I refuse.” His answer came so quickly that it almost amused me. “I have not finished speaking.” “I do not need you to.” His eyes remained fixed on mine. “I became a healer to save lives, not destroy them.” A small smile appeared on my face. “You are making this sound far worse than it is.”

"We did what any healer would do. We could not stand by and watch you suffer. It is our duty and our privilege to help." The elder bowed his head, his voice thick with emotion. "You are not just healers. You are hope. You are the light that guides us through the darkness. You have brought us back from the brink, and we will be forever grateful." The journey home was long, but Kai's heart was light, filled with a sense of purpose and fulfillment. He had eased the suffering of the people. He had brought hope to the hopeless. And he had shared his gift with his daughter, watching her grow into a healer in her own right, a beacon of light for those who needed it most.

"They built a weapon. This entire Theatre is a massive transmitter. If we play the Zero Tape, it won't just heal the people in Owerri—it will permanently rewrite the 'Void' code in every brain on the continent." Julian stepped behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he looked at the console. "It’s a 'System Restore' for humanity, Elara. But to trigger it, you have to stay connected to the transmitter. The surge... it could burn out the 'Gold' in your blood forever. You’d just be a normal girl again. No more hum. No more light." I looked at the "Gold" scar on my arm, then back at the microphone. I thought of my 410 readers. I thought of the students at FUTO. I thought of the life I wa

It’s easier to focus on this small, simple task than on the storm of emotions raging inside me. Kael hasn’t come to me since last night. Not a word. Not a glance. I tell myself I don’t care. That I’m glad for the silence. It’s a lie I almost believe. ⸻ When I reach the healer’s wing, the air is sharp with the tang of herbs and poultices. Healers move briskly among the injured warriors, tending to wounds with efficient hands. One healer nods at me. “Set them there,” she says, gesturing toward a shelf by the wall.