Black Healer Novels & Stories

As a pack healer, I'd developed immunity to meaningless flattery. "Try the black one next," the Elder Healer suggested, handing me another robe. "I think it suits your position as Head Healer." Back in the changing room, I eyed the black ceremonial robe warily. It was exquisitely crafted with silver threading and moon crystal beading that would catch the light during pack ceremonies. But the deep V-neckline made me uncomfortable. I slipped it on anyway, not wanting to disappoint the Elder Healer. The fabric felt like liquid silk against my skin, but the neckline dipped low enough to partially expose my mate mark.

“why are you even defending him, I mean come on this son of a bitch tried to kill you” Roman sprung up from the couch angrily “I’m defending him because he saved me Roman, Henry wasn’t the one who tried to gut me it was some creature that could possibly shape shift” Harley sprung up to, Roman turned back to look at her “A shape shifter, in black hills?” Roman arched a brow “Yes Roman! There is a new threat in black hills and this one is stronger and better and way trickier” Harley explained and Roman turned completely to face her

Omega Harold said. "They can all go to hell." Ezra hissed. He stared at his friend again, and tears pulled in his eyes. It sounds almost impossible that Gael, who hardly falls ill, is lying on the bed looking lifeless. "From the look of things, we have run out of options, and the only one who can come to our rescue, according to the other healers, is no one else but the former healer of the pack," Ezekiel stated. "Being the ordained healer of the pack, she is the only one who would know what to do to bring him back to life."

"Finn, bring her to the car." Finn dipped his head in agreement and to hide the amused smile that threatened to break free at the sight of his Alpha being told what to do like a schoolboy by the little shaman. She might be small, but Finn knew most everyone in the clan was half afraid of her. She had powers that none wanted to test. He squatted to his heels in front of Liv on the bed, trying to make himself less intimidating. "Kelda is a healer. If she says she has something for what ails you, she does," Finn told her. "Now, I'm going to carry you out to the car so we can go get whatever Kelda wants you to have." "Really, I'm fine…whoa!" Before she could get the entire protest out, Finn had

The wolves surrounded him, ready to take his life as they were commanded not to leave any survivors except the Alpha's daughter. Then, two wolves burst from the shadows and suddenly started attacking the rogues. One was a huge black wolf, twice the size of all the other wolves, and the other was a brown wolf. The huge black wolf’s eyes gleamed red, symbolizing that he was an Alpha, but that wasn't what made the rogues fear him—the mark on the wolf's face made them recognize him as Alpha Kayden and without waiting, they all took to their heels.

Alexandria growled. “Hmmm, don’t bite me. I’m not tasty,” he said loudly, making me gasp in surprise. “How did you hear her?” I asked, defensive. “I am no ordinary Alpha; I am THE Alpha. I can connect with wolves and hear them—like a mind link,” he said, puffing out his chest with pride. Ugh! Arrogant bastard. “Do not listen to my wolf without my consent, you brrrute,” I said sharply. Instead, he started laughing.

Leif cut him off. "Safe? Not letting the Luna shift with her own pack? Are you kidding? What the hell would we tell people, not only that she's fated to both of us but what, she doesn't have a wolf?" "She'safuckingdarkhealer Beta!" he said so fast he wasn't sure he was understood when Leif just stared at him, no words, just long, slow blinks. "What?" "She's a Dark Healer. A dark fucking healer." They sat there for a minute in silence as Leif tried to wrap his head around what he was just told.

I opened it casually. Then froze. My blood ran cold. The logo at the top of the page was unmistakable. Blackwood Enterprises. For several seconds, I couldn't breathe. The room seemed to tilt. Seven years. Seven long years. And suddenly, his name was back in my life. Waiting. Watching. Threatening to reopen wounds I'd spent nearly a decade trying to heal. Across the room, Noah looked up from his coloring book. "Mom?" I quickly forced a smile. "I'm okay."

let out a pulse of sub-audible frequency that sent Julian crashing into the dirt, his ears bleeding from the internal pressure. "It’s a 'Mute'!" the Sound-Hunter yelled, frantically adjusting his gear. "It doesn't have a physical form! You can't hit it with steel!" The creature turned toward me, its face a hollow void of white noise. It lunged, but I didn't run. I channeled every bit of the "Black Frequency" from my arm into my throat. I didn't scream; I broadcasted. I let out a single, sustained harmonic note that vibrated through the very roots of the clearing. The violet energy shot from my mouth, hitting the Shadow like a physical hammer. The grey static of the creature shattered, turnin

That night, the sky above the hospital was pitch black, devoid of a single star. In a narrow, dimly lit alley just adjacent to the hospital’s private VIP garage, a massive, muscular man stood motionless in the shadows. He wore a thick black hoodie pulled low over his forehead, blending seamlessly into the dark corners of the concrete walls. His chest heaved with slow, deliberate breaths as his bloodshot eyes remained glued to a sleek, dark sports car parked under the faint yellow streetlight, Julian Vane's car.