A Healer's Journey Novels & Stories

That was not sustainable, what if something happened to the healer? “Well, there’s Heather’s dad who’s the current town healer. Heather’s been trying to study but her father doesn’t want her getting mixed up too much with the other packs as a healer. He’d rather have her do the administration and reception work.” Rose gave Jules a warning look. She was talking far to freely to these guys and it was giving her all sorts of warning signs that something wasn’t right.

“She’s collapsing! Get her to the healer!” I barely feel their hands lifting me. The world narrows to flashes—the thatched roof of the healer’s hut, the cold stone table beneath my back, Kaelen’s shadow hovering before it fades as they’re pushed aside. “Out,” the healer snaps. Her tone leaves no room for argument. “All of you.” The door shuts, leaving only her and me in the dim light. She smells of sage and ash. Her hands hover above my mark, and when her fingers touch the glowing skin, she flinches. “Goddess have mercy…”

I roared, observing his hasty retreat, his movements a blur of desperation. That was the fourth warrior that I put down today. I hate to admit it, but whatever that healer did to me was f*cking amazing! My shoulder was injured in battle, and some feral rogue bit half of it off. It took me years to heal, and even then, it was only partially healed. I had some mobility and even less strength. Ordering the Healer to prove herself turned out to be a miracle gift. I returned home that day and went straight to the gym. I was utterly dumbfounded when I could lift three times the weight I could before. I felt better than I ever have. She has no idea what she has done for me. This will make my plans

Most packs don't have healers with magical power. Hayley's face was solemn. She spun around the room in a slow circle, thinking of what to do next. Everyone was murmuring. All she was hearing were people complaining about how she was a good for nothing healer. Someone even said she is a scam. How was it you did a hundred good for people and the one time you cannot help then you become a bad person? Hayley felt something surge through her. She remembered how her brother had died at her hand while trying to treat him. She remembered her vow to never let another person die at her hand. Hayley's hand began to give off a flickering low glow of white light. She placed her hand over the woman's nec

Especially that her mother Laara had told her of Rozelyn’s stepmother's real identity. Isla sees Rozelyn as the daughter she never had. But, she had only a little access to her life because of two things: fear and not enough power. Compared to vampires, werewolves, and blood witches, healers are just like herbs that grow anywhere but only being paid attention to when one needs them. Healers are just healers, not fighters like werewolves, attackers like vampires, and most especially not enchanters like the blood witches. They are only meant to heal—nothing more and nothing less, amidst the fact that they possess extra gifts. They. Are. Just. Healers.

And then she was gone. The rage that had ignited in him that day still smoldered, lingering in the dark recesses of his heart. He’d vowed vengeance upon all healers that day, eradicating them so none could ever wield the power they’d denied his mate. And now, here was evidence that one had survived. Maxwell’s voice cut through his reverie. “The healer wolf, my Lord, appears to have lost her connection to her wolf spirit, leaving her far more vulnerable and… more human,” he continued, measuring his words.

POV: Haley Dr. Reeves is already standing when I walk in, which isn't like her. "Haley." She gestures to the man beside her, mid-forties, reading glasses pushed up into greying hair. "This is Dr. Okafor, the specialist I told you about. It's taken longer than I wanted to get him in front of you, and I'm sorry for that." "It's fine." "I'll let him take it from here." She squeezes my shoulder once on her way out, and that alone tells me something about what's coming.

My world was filled with the fresh scent of herbs and the grateful words of those I healed. I was finding myself again in an entirely new way. Not as someone's Luna and not as someone's mate but as Clara, a healer who could bring hope with her own hands.

Nolan waved at Seara and shouted, “I’ll stop by during your break, Beautiful!” In the academy’s medical room, Seara tried to focus. Healer Winona—a meticulous middle-aged female wolf healer—accompanied her. In front of them was a guard soldier suffering from a shoulder fracture due to combat training. "Remember, Seara. You are a non-dominant healer," Winona explained. "You cannot force the energy out. You have to feel it flow like water filling the cracks in the broken bones. Place your hands on his shoulder, close your eyes, and imagine the bones coming back together."

Benny went to a cupboard, pulled a new comm out and set up Hunters own network, he wouldn’t be added to their network until Jay said so. Hunter asked Ryder, “How did you come across your healer,” he then frowned “she is more that a healer thought isn’t she?” “We found her on a ship being smuggled between planets, in the same ring you had been working for. She has a strong gift but all healers are capable of more than just healing but most haven’t been trained beyond healing.” “Your from Stella?” Hunter said amazed “Yes” Benny handed Hunter a comm, “what exactly did you want to know.” Hunter asked