Azarinth Healer Novels & Stories

I responded, shutting off the mind link. Healer Zephyr is a middle-aged woman. She is the pack’s second healer after Ragnar, and she takes care of the pack members whenever healer Ragnar seems very busy or not available. She is skilled, but not as perfect as Healer Ragnar is, but I think we will have to manage her now until I decide on what to do with Healer Ragnar. I strolled out of the alpha’s house with my hands clasped behind my back. I took slow and deliberate steps, savoring the earthy scents coming from the woods. At that same time, I was completely immersed in contemplation, pondering my thoughts.

The ground trembled, the air humming with unstable power. “Get the healers!” Draven roared. “Now!” Liora’s body arched in his arms, a scream ripping from her throat before she went still. Her breathing became shallow, her pulse faint. “Don’t you dare,” Draven whispered fiercely. “Don’t you dare leave me.” Aric returned with two healers, their hands already glowing faintly with moonlight. Together, they tried to stabilize her, whispering ancient incantations, drawing symbols in the air.

Even if a healer should give birth to a male Lycan, that child wouldn't have the gift of a healer. Healers are the moon goddess's special creatures… the goddess’s friends. “I really can't give up the throne, Arla…” I whined again, taking my mind off the house of healers. I belonged with them and I knew that Davina must have sensed that. Who was I kidding? That healer would have definitely known that I was the long-lost princess. There was no way she would have missed that. She just didn't talk about it. “I should apologize for yelling about you earlier, Amanisa. Also, I should thank you for putting your life at stake to serve the King of the realm.”

The fortress never slept after battle. Even as dawn’s light spilled across the high walls, the air was thick with the scent of blood, herbs, and smoke from the healers’ fires. Wolves limped through the courtyard, some leaning on comrades, others bandaged and pale. Yet murmurs followed a single name, growing louder with every passing hour. Aria. The mysterious healer. The one who had turned death into life with the touch of her hands. The one whose power even the Alpha King himself had witnessed.

“Does Arin—I mean, Prince Arineth—want me to do this?” She said nothing, turning toward one of the shelves. She picked up a potion and showed it to me. “This is one of our rarest medicines, known to heal all kinds of wounds. We used this on you.”She purposely ignored my question about Arineth, and it made me wonder what she could or couldn’t say, but I asked no more. If Arineth wanted me to train to be a healer , there must be a reason. “He sees more in you than you know,” she added softly, almost as an afterthought, before returning to the shelf.

Besides, she's lost alot of blood. Azazel prepared the herbs when they got to the woods. He stunned everyone by his healing skill. He's tended sheep all his life and he knows just the right herb to help them heal. Katrienair's eyes were heavy and her being weak but in the midst of all the pain, she gave one warning to the one person she wished to dread. "Don't touch me Julian. Don't!"

Aria was released from the healer's wing on the fourth day. Elara is the name of the healer in mooncrest, she’s slightly older than the healer in Nightfang, with silver braids and a stern mouth. She handed her a clean dress and a pair of soft boots. "The Alpha asked me to give this, it’s an order. You'll start in the kitchens with only light works as your lungs are not fully healed.” Aria took the clothes. They were plain but warm Wool, it was made from pure wool instead of threadbare cotton and the boots fits perfectly.

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

"You are in the sanctuary of the Black Healers. We've been waiting for you." My voice was laced with apprehension as I spoke, "Who are you? What is this place? What am I doing here?" The woman extended her hands towards me and held my shoulders down. "I am Azara, the High Healer of this order," she replied. "We are a group of healers dedicated to preserving the balance between supernatural beings. You have been brought here because we believe you have a crucial role to play in the unfolding events." My mind was very clouded at that moment. I still couldn't make sense of what was happening. My whole body raked in pain and I felt like a weight was holding my chest down - or was it just the mag

I asked Benita after inhaling deeply and shoving my rage to the pit of my stomach. Benita spluttered, “Yes, Your Majesty. According to what I heard, it’s only an ArchHealer that can perform such miraculous healing, and one of the healers announced that Haylee is the first ArchHealer to surface in over a decade.” I breathed deeply with furrowed brows, “So she’s a big deal now, huh?”