Azarinth Healer Novels & Stories

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."

I pushed the door to the room open and immediately raced to the bed before dropping her gently on it. “My precious girl,” I said, stroking her hair gently. It came out of my mouth before I could stop myself and I didn’t even realize I had said it. Thankfully everyone in the house was either sleeping or busy so Ariana wasn’t going to be crowded at this time. I couldn’t risk anyone asking silly questions. I had already called a healer privately before bringing her upstairs so he should be here any minute. I already called Elder Maelin. He was a shaman and also the oldest healer in our pack and he dealt only strictly with herbs and portions. He should know what this was.

He fell into step beside me without being asked, his quiet presence strangely reassuring as we left the library. We walked quickly through the corridor lined with security cameras and digital displays showing pack alerts. By the time we reached the main healers’ quarters, my palms were sweating. Ms. Darkmoon stood in the center of the room like she had been waiting for me specifically. Her arms were crossed over her chest, one eyebrow arched in that familiar expression of contempt. The male healer slipped quietly to his seat near a workstation with multiple monitors without a word, as though we had not walked in together.

“Welcome to our realm Princess Ava and our young Princess Aria. We are honored with both your lovely presence.” Cleon praises the Princesses. “Your realm is such a wonder.” Princess Aria replies cordially. “Aramir, I can see that you are in the best of health.” Cleon turns to the head of the Earth rangers. “I had the best nurse in all the realms.” Aramir replies half seriously and half jokingly. He means Nurse Zella, who is known throughout the fairy realm for her tremendous healing skills. On the other hand, he feels indebted to Princess Ava for staying at their realm indefinitely to make sure he is fully recovered.

“Princess Winzi… she has a rare gift of being a seer and a healer. She could see all the future probabilities while healing Her Majesty. Although it will take time, there’s no harm in trying.” Airoh’s mouth opened, but no words came. He already thought about Winzi, but he had no idea she was that strong in healing magic. Besides, the last time they talked, she was still loyal to Aserah. She would probably be irked by now and would refuse to help him. Especially that her brother died protecting him and Rieska. However, there was no harm in trying indeed. He would do everything to save the queen. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

"Just come back. You don't belong in that kitchen." I stayed silent, listening. "The Starks have been looking for a Master Alchemist to lead their new high-end healing line," Jane whispered. "They're integrating traditional herbs with lunar-blessed aromatics. It's your soul-work, Aria. Come back to the lab." The Starks were the rising dynasty of the shifter world. Their Alpha, Jake Stark, was a man of cold precision. He knew that a healer with the right scent profile was more valuable than a thousand soldiers.

I hadn’t even noticed her before—thin, hunched, wrapped in layers of dark fabric that looked far too heavy for the season. Her scent was too dark, too rotten for a Healer. A chill ran down my spine as she spoke, her soulless eyes slowly landing on me. “Mere blessings can’t save his fractured soul now. Not anymore.” “Then what do we do?” Dahlia sobbed, clutching Arlo to her chest. Although I did nothing wrong, I wanted nothing more than to make sure the child would be better. He was, after all, innocent. But when the dark Healer spoke again, I was struck with the need to protect my own rather than Arlo.

Right now I only saved up to 10000 coins, just enough to buy one decent sword. "Azriel! Look at you, you're hurt again!" The nosy attendant, Ivana shouted at me as I entered the store. She quickly pulled me towards the other room and quickly performed a healing spell. "Wait! I-I cannot pay you for a healing service right now," I grumbled. She sneered at me as if telling me it does not matter. "If you cannot pay then don't let yourself get hurt, you idiot!" "Sorry.." “Geez, I’m not trying to get you to apologize, you know? I’m just a bit… worried. If you continue fighting this way, I don't know if I will still be able to heal you of your wounds."

With a finger to her cheek, her gaze pierced into my soul, "The bond will be restored once the destruction magic is eradicated. Spell leaves invisible residues. Healers are whitelighters that can remove the bad and reinstate the good. Therefore healers can repel dark energy. Look....." My eyes followed her fingers to a large white cloud that was to the left. It flickered with brief lightning streaks until images appeared. It was of my ancestor, named Delia. She was channeling her essence to heal someone. It was like being taken on a journey into her mind to understand how to heal someone. It revealed to me that later healers imitated her methods and successfully treated many people, thereaft

Always waiting for the other shoe to drop, Jacob has his guard up at almost all times Zay: She/Her: Intelligent and with a passion for care, Zay is living her childhood dream of being a pack healer. The best healer in the Paramount Pack, Zay grew up beside Xavier and her brother Jared, sharing a deep bond with both them and the pack around her. Additionally, the Goddess has blessed her with an incredibly powerful and beautiful mate. Zay is blessed by the world around her