Black Healer Novels & Stories

The right shoulder of Aaron’s favorite black leather jacket was shredded, claw marks ripping all the way through his shirt beneath, blood stains darkening the white material. But at least his arm was put back together, thanks to Jamie. In the last attack, none of them had gotten by unscathed. Even Heather, who had told them she hardly ever got injured by the bastards anymore, had been bitten pretty badly. Luckily, Jamie’s healing powers worked on Hybrid’s, too. She’d been astounded at how quickly and completely he could mend her shattered hand without even touching her.

"I'm Roman Blackthorn, Alpha of the Shadowfang pack. And you, little healer, are either very brave or very foolish." "Probably both," I admitted, pulling my wrist from his grip. "Now, are you done with the intimidation routine, or should I leave you to heal yourself?" His lips twitched. "Continue." I worked in silence after that, hyperaware of his eyes following my every move. The wounds were deep, but his supernatural healing was already kicking in. Still, without treatment, they could be fatal even for a werewolf. "These weren't made by normal wolves," I said finally, stitching a particularly nasty gash.

I said before staring into the dark forest, wanting to run toward Blake's pack and hug him for comfort. "I know it hurts, Alexis. It hurts me more than it hurts you. You're physically hurt, but you don't know how much it hurts me emotionally and mentally. I want to tell you everything. The only thing I can say is that I am a healer. I am a wolf, but I am also a healer. And healers are born to be killed. I can't just spread this secret around. I'm sorry." Ariana cried, and I couldn't hold back my tears when I saw her crying like that.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

“I watched him bury his hatred and regret everything he had done to you. It was just, he’s not the best at expressing his feelings. But you’ve got to trust me when I say that you’re important to him.” “Oh, isn’t that sweet?” Both Carter and I were interrupted the moment another man’s baritone voice rang. “Run, Luna,” Carter muttered, but I didn’t move. They were far from the men that were after Samuel and I. Not in an all black fit, no mask. I’m sure they have nothing to do with the Blue Moon pack. “I heard you’re too good to be a true healer. Let’s test your skills today,” the man added before the other three men with him shapeshifted.

" Your turn." The healer walked in and shut the door behind her . Derek was caught in between two people. A huge guy and a woman. He stood in the center, now confused on who he needed to attack first. The healer opened her bag and dipped her hand into it. When it came out, she had a black powder in her hand. It was meant to force the animal to fall asleep . " Derek!" She shouted at him. Derek turned to her and was about to attack when she threw the black powder at him, making him blind for a while and confusing the animal. Derek kept on howling and growling.

He would be good to have on my side. Standing next to him was Harlem, she created runes, and was his wife, recently married. What Thalis didn’t know was Harlem used to sneak out and visit me late at night. She was treacherous. I looked to the other two, I didn’t know their names. “Harvey, I work with runes.” “I’m Heather, I heal. We’re ready to assist you, future leader.” Heather bowed with a gleam in her eyes. Oh, she is going to be putty in my hands, I can already feel it.

He teased. “Fool! I was just curious.” She didn’t tell Goo that the guy had thrown him a meaningful look when he was talking to him. Goo waved at the guy who was already on his way to them. “Gunn, didn’t know you attend festivals?” They made a weird gestures clasping their hands together. By the way, Goo’s real name is Gunther. Hehe “Yeah, not fond of it but my minions are really into this one, right?” He turned to Aiko while raising his brows.

He could see a silhouette of a young man, walking towards him. Amari has rested assuredly. They had won the second stage. The guy with raven black hair, dirtied face, and black blood covered in his clothes and face. He wiped it off and put back his sword from his waist. "Amari, I'm sorry." He said worriedly and offered his hand to his comrade. Amari almost cried in relief accepting, his hand. "We did it." Amari looked at the Whole Arena. The dead SCHIZOPHREN was laying in the ground with its tentacles splatted all over the place. Alkhun has defeated the monster. They started to see the people outside. Looking at them in awe.

He had cerulean blue eyes that looked bright and warm and dreamy and kind, never arrogant or cocky like Hunter Ysrael. I heard the girls scream once again. They were screaming so loud that it hurt my sensitive hearing. Unlike other werewolves, my hearing was more extreme. So extreme that I could even hear everyone's private conversations all at the same time. I consider it a special ability of mine to be able to use my strong hearing when and however I wanted it. I can choose to block out people's voices, noises, and sounds I didn't want to hear, especially if they were noises that only talked about that playboy Hunter. I got tired of hearing about him all day from everyone's mouths that onc