Azarinth Healer Novels & Stories

"Yes, she's a healer, but not a Blessed Healer like you. She primarily works in the palace infirmary, though she's trained closely with Blessed Healers." Daelan couldn't resist a scoff. "Of course you would know," he remarked with a hint of sarcasm. Thrystan shot him a pointed glare, but Daelan's casual demeanor diffused the tension. I sensed there was more to their exchange than met the eye, perhaps something bordering on the illicit. Ahvi leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "So, have you ever visited a temple, Arwyn?" she inquired, her chin resting in her hands. I couldn't help but wonder why she seemed so intensely interested in me all of a sudden.

My father is immediately on the defensive. “That’s not exactly it.” A pause. “Well, it might be it. Zarah is the only healer out there with a high speed healing ability. Her skills in combat are also on par with those of regular frontline hunters. There’s really no reason for her to be in school when she is also more knowledgeable about demons and their types. Your daughter is a genius. It’s like she is born to be a hunter.”

"I want to know a little more about your abilities. The only thing I know about humans is that they have this... particular scent, not very pleasant, but you don't seem to share it. And I've never heard of human healers or anything like that. I still think there's something particular about you, you are different.” "Thank you, that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received," I blurt out, trying not to squeal with excitement, "There are no human healers. Or at least none like me. I used to call myself a psychic, Rio is the one who said I could be a healer and the word sounded perfect for me. I can heal energies and bad feelings, so it makes sense." "Well, lucky for you, I know a healer. She ca

As much as I thought it would be highly overwhelming, it actually turned out to be quite underwhelming. Azriel takes a deep breath as he prepares to say something. My gaze flickers to Aysel who is looking away like she doesn’t want to be here at all and then my gaze darts back to the future alpha king. “I know. I accidentally discovered this thing. Your sister went to a healer and she turned out to be my mom,” Azriel says, looking slightly guilty to his credit. I give him a pointed look. “When did you discover this?” “Yesterday. I would have—”

I didn’t care to entertain that yet. “Alan, go find out more information about the assassins. I also want to know what my wife has been doing for the past four years.” I waved him away. He saluted me before following my orders, exiting the room with a chuckle. I was left contemplating how Cathy managed it. Military medical staff come from the healer clan and generally needed to study in medical school from childhood. Only after a long period of practice can they become qualified healers. How did she do it? She couldn’t have taught herself alone in that cottage.

The night was supposed to be the most joyous night for the Shadowcrest pack, as their Luna, Mirabelle, had been confirmed to be pregnant. Alpha Lain was the happiest man on earth, as they had never been able to have another child after the birth of their first daughter, Elaira. But instead of celebrating this joyous occasion, the pack was bleeding and crying as blood flowed everywhere.

She carried a small tray lined with vials and glowing stones. Aria recognized her from earlier. The healer. “I heard what happened,” the healer said gently. “I felt it, in fact. The rift tremors reached the palace.” Aria swallowed. “Is that… normal?” The healer gave her a look both sympathetic and worried. “Nothing about you is normal.” Aria stiffened. The healer set the tray down and approached her slowly, like one might approach a spooked animal. “You look stronger than earlier,” she said. “But still pale.”

The thought brought the crumbled knight of midnight to her mind, and she tucked him away in a place reserved for very few, a little corner of her heart right next to Melanie. Tristan had tried to help her, and she had surely killed him. Andrew had settled the sleeping Naomi onto Ruby by the time Elaine finished picking up their few scattered belongings. “Let’s go.” The knight ordered. Andrew followed behind Elaine in the silence of the night, shut up by her very evident hostility. The band moved down a new path, onto a road that looked much like the one they had just left. This dirt road that stretched in front of them led towards the south into the heart of the shadow lands of Artharia. It

I turned around and pulled my shirt aside, revealing the mark on my lower back. “I don't have a wolf. All I have is this mark that appeared the night I was supposed to shift...” “That’s the sacred mark,” the guardian cut in. I turned back immediately. “Please... can you tell me who I am?” It looked at me as though the answer were obvious. “Of course. You are a Healer, a descendant of Velmora. You carry the blood of the Great Healer within you. The power to heal flows through your lineage. That is why creatures such as myself serve your kind.”

Valtherion's hand found mine under the blanket. He squeezed. I squeezed back. Zane came that evening. He waited until the pack had cleared out, until it was just me, Valtherion, the quiet hum of the compound settling into night. He pulled up a chair on my other side studied me with those ageless eyes. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Like I got hit by a truck." I paused. "A truck made of moonlight." He didn't smile. "What you did, healing Ariana, that was the fourth awakening. Moon Healing."