Azarinth Healer Novels & Stories

The scar within his heart throbbed with every movement so that it kept reminding him of the solemn oath that he took and of the price that rests upon his shoulders. He stood outside the inner circle and observed Aria working healing those hurt in their recent conflicts. Herculis stroked her hands, where she radiated gentle light, and gazed at the holy power passing through her increasingly freely. She was maturing into that which she was intended to be—a protector, a guardian, an entry between the world of man and the world of spirits. And she was also developing into something he could no longer touch.

she paused, “Although I might take my time" They both laughed before their attention came back to me. They both walked closer and I couldn't help but meet her eyes, they were grey and startling bright, almost eerie. She had a look as she gazed upon me. "This is my mate, Sage. She is a healer” he looked at her and they shared a look I couldn't understand. Then he turned back to me, "And Sage this Linda, she is the head healer of the healer division. You'll be training your healing aspect with her”

Charlotte breathes him in, his scent making her forget the worries and remember only one thing; him. *************** Azraiel walked out of the washroom after taking a shower. His mate was currently standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair. She was dressed in a tank top and shorts, having finished the first training session with him. She was nervous, he knows that. He has moved up the initiation ceremony and she has been feeling restless ever since he told her. But he has no other choice. If something happens when he is away, he wants his pack to see her as their Luna and a fellow pack member and protect her at all costs.

Emperor Khalil Zachary Ventimiglia. He was hailed as the youngest Great Archmage in history. Ever since he was a child, the potential that he had was already shown to the continent. Unfortunately, he took too much of the limelight that his twin sister, Princess Kristina Zariah Ventimiglia, hadn't got a chance to have any. The attention, care, and resources poured down to Khalil while his twin sister was thrown at the back. Because unlike him, Kristina had a below-average talent in magic and no affinity with sword energy. It was like the twins were made to be polar opposite with each other.

Gesturing to Aragorn and Duke to let them go, the two hurried to their mother. Saraya, unlike Sarafina and Thelma who simply heals by magic, heals with her very essence, and because of who she is caused not just wounds to heal faster, but takes off fears, worry and every form of existing ailment in a body. In turn, it weakens her physically. And judging by the size of the crowd it would be too much on her. "Alpha that guardian…" Anton started to say in a concerned tone. It was no secret that I was highly paranoid about guardians, and Anton and Jared know why.

She's fighting. Her hands are glowing, bright and fierce, and she's grabbing the threads one by one and burning them away. The light pouring out of her is blinding, and the darkness recoils, hissing and writhing like something alive. She's not just a healer. She's a warrior. And she's magnificent. "I've got you," she says, and her voice is steady. Strong. "I'm not letting you go." I want to believe her. God, I want to believe her.

not your witch side. When she came of ascending age, she realized she had more power than a normal Lycan witch. She harnessed that power and became the High Priestess of her original coven. When I met her, she was on her way to becoming Queen. She was doing what we thought was impossible. She was bringing the communities together. Lycan’s, witches, werewolves, and hybrids all living in one community. Working together. She did that. She was extraordinary woman, and I was lucky she was my mate. After her coronation there were some who were completely against what she was trying to create. My father was one of them. Being the Emperor of all lycans and werewolves, he felt like his rank was bein

Her eyes were the pale gold of late afternoon light through amber glass, and they moved over me with the particular quality of attention that I associated with people who see things other people don't. She was, Zayden told me, a divine healer. One of the last. I didn't know exactly what that meant. Not yet. But the word divine landed differently than I expected it to — not as a religious claim, not as hyperbole, but as a category. A bloodline distinction, the same way some wolves carried alpha blood or tracker blood or warrior blood through generations. Healing blood, but something older than the ordinary kind. Something that had been nearly lost.

she said, and we both laughed. Suddenly, the clouds began to tremble, and darkness began to consume the space. Mother’s face turned panicked as she quickly blurted, “Ariana, there’s not much time. You have to listen carefully and follow my instructions. You are a very, very rare and powerful healer. A Elysian healer. I was one too. Our kind is endangered, and we must keep our identities secret. That was why I had your powers bound.” “You bound my powers?” My eyes widened in shock. All this time, I thought an enemy had done that.

Thanking the goblin for suffering unjust pain for the sake of his education, Zen delivered the merciful killing blow. By the end of his lesson, the goblin looked more human than a monster, except for green skin and a goblin face. Lorren had to admit that Zen had more talent than the other adventurers looking at becoming a healer. Ordinarily, he would end the specialisation quest at healing wounds. Most healers were only required to heal party members during combat. The more talented few would learn to cast basic blessings to increase their party members’ base stats. However, it was a waste to let Zen go so quickly.