Azarinth Healer Novels & Stories

Having Dillon and Luka be the main force against the Boss just felt strange. Not to mention that I was worried that Luka was going to be in a tight spot with me unable to reach him in time. Since I couldn’t use magic like Elves could, I could at least use my healing ability to keep Luka’s health up. Thankfully, I have made my healing ability a focus, which now allows me to heal Luka, even if by only a little.

I was here to help rebuild and to heal. I crossed the threshold into the ward, where gurneys and stretchers lined the walls. A faded tapestry of the Moon Goddess still hung where an entire wing had collapsed. With a deep breath, I knelt beside a wounded healer named Arin, whose arm had been broken in the final battle. “Morning, Arin,” I said softly, as he pressed his bound forearm against his side, wincing at the movement. He gave me a tired smile. “Good morning, Luna. I see you’re ready to work.”

Her hair is silvered, eyes sharp, hands already glowing faintly with healing magic. “What—?” She freezes when she sees me. “Is that—” “A zareth,” Astrid snaps. “No time! Sienna has been bitten and she is dying!” The healer’s face goes ghost-pale before she shouts, “Bring her in. Quickly!” I don’t wait to be told twice. I follow the healer down the hall, into a room that smells like herbs and smoke. She gestures to a bed. “Lay her down.” “NO,” I snarl, tightening my grip.

He was younger than I expected, maybe late twenties, with dark hair and tired eyes that spoke of sleepless nights and heavy burdens. But it was the woman beside him who drew my attention. She was smaller than Dominic, with black hair and eyes that swirled with colors that shouldn't exist—deep purple shifting to green shifting to gold. Magic radiated from her in waves I could now sense clearly. This was Zara, the witch-healer hybrid. "Alpha Daren. Alpha Shahira." Dominic bowed respectfully. "Thank you for agreeing to meet. I know I have no right to ask for your trust after participating in Kane's alliance, but I'm here to prove my sincerity."

They couldn’t afford to travel far, but they heard whispers about a new, mysterious consultant. When he arrived at the Black Lantern, I didn’t let him step inside. I inhaled the unique scent of his mate’s illness-a mix of burning adrenaline and a specific mineral deficiency. I reached into my bag-a leather satchel filled with herbs Mora collected-and pulled out three small packets of crushed root. “Your Pack Healer treated the fever, not the cause,” I said, my voice low and steady. “This is a mineral deficit unique to your valley. Brew these with spring water. Give her one every twelve hours. The f*e is three silver marks.”

he said, his voice flat and arrogant. "And I’ll stop it. Not because I care about her pain, but because no one, not even a ghost, is allowed to take her life without my permission." He reached down, gripped the shaft of the black arrow pulled it out and quickly bit into her shoulders sucking the poison out of her. I hated Zayn. He was the devil. he was a monster. But tonight, he was my only hope to save her. Ariana Whitestone.

The bond that should have brought us victory had now become a curse, as we could all feel the purple magic beginning to corrode the Lunar Healer essence within Aria's tiny body. Ignoring our exhausted bodies from the blood unification ritual atop the altar, Hunter and Seth shot down from the cliff's peak like two giant projectiles. Their wolf forms rose to their highest states, far larger and shrouded in pure golden aura, crashing through snow and rocks to reach the pavilion as fast as possible. Zane grabbed my waist, leaping down while using the remnants of his golden static energy to cushion my body from impact. "Stay focused, Inka! Your soul is Aria's anchor! If you panic, the purificatio

Her daughter nodded, the lesson settling in her bones. Xander joined them, his arms circling them both. “Whatever comes, we stand together.” Aria stared into the fire, feeling the echo of rage still humming in her palms. The entity still waited, patient and hungry. She knew she would need the balm again—but also the blade. For tonight, though, the pack was safe. And far in the dark, beyond the watchfires, the enemy whispered warnings of the healer who burned like a storm—and who did not break.

"Zander, isn't this a bit much for a new hire?" Zander reached over and toyed with a calming diffuser on my desk, giving me a reassuring smile. "You're not just 'staff' here, Trista. You're the most important partner the Sheptran Healing Center has. For a high-level specialist, an office like this is just standard procedure." He hit the intercom, and a moment later, a young girl in a light grey lab coat walked in. "This is Zelda," Zander said. "She'll be your assistant healer."

"But I didn't sense your aura. You hid it perfectly well." "Let her go now, Zora," Azreon commanded again as he walked towards the portal. "You let her go and I'll let you back into the under-realm peacefully." Zora sneered as she slowly shook her head. "I don't think that's happening, big brother," she said, her voice barely above a a whisper. Her smile faded and her jaws tightened as she looked down at the cloaked wizards. "Get him." The cloaked wizards left their chants and shifted their focus to Azreon. Their robes rustled as they moved in unison towards the healer, brandishing their staffs at him. A dark energy emanated from the rods and the air around Azreon cackled with lightning.