Novel & Cerita Black Healer

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

He noticed the crystal on its forehead briefly gleamed and shined after it healed itself. A while ago, its body had already been bathed with its own blood of muddy black color from all the wounds it took. Yet now, it completely returned to its original color, like nothing happened in the first place. Feeling suspicious, Yman knitted his brows. Although he was not sure, he could still remember some of his teacher's teachings. He said that the monster with '+' on their rank tend to have a crazy mode that will be triggered when the monster's health points dropped at a certain percentage.

My name is James Black, a doctor at Moon and howl company and I decided to start my research on ways to heal the unfortunate rogues. I belong to the alpha and owner of the company alpha Thaila Runnalf, it took me years to get her approval and funds for my search. She has only agreed after she got her own little, no one would say it out loud, but the bitch alpha is nicer ever since she found her true love and mate, the little boy made everyone's life easier and better. Now back to the research, I tried everything, I tried psychological treatment, anti-depressant, chock therapy, I tried everything the human and wolf mind would think about.

It was the first time he looked at me in nearly a week. “I do feel guilt,” I admitted slowly, “but not for something I didn’t do.” He looked so furiously confused, I wouldn’t have blamed him if he used the machete on me at that moment. “Listen,” I urged, shivering, “The man you saw me with was my teacher, Clement. I have known him for years. He taught me everything I know about being a healer and…it was his blood that saved Alan,” I admitted while staring up at him. He didn’t react. “We have had a strictly teacher-student relationship. I snuck out with him that night to tend to the sick homeless people who are experiencing a deadly virus right now. We healed them with our blood and potions.”

The stubborn darkness that had pushed back against my healing. A soft creak came from the doorway behind me. My fingers stilled on the page. Panic shot through me. I snapped the book shut and shoved it deep into my tote bag, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. I had barely stepped out from between the shelves when the door swung open. It was the same male healer I had met earlier, the one whose permanent scowl somehow always seemed at odds with the amusement lingering in his eyes. Relief loosened the knot in my chest. It wasn't Ms. Darkmoon. Yet.

Her voice came out as barely a whisper, raw and broken. The figure turned, and Anna's breath caught. He was striking in a harsh, dangerous way. Black hair streaked with silver fell past his shoulders, and a jagged scar ran from his left temple down to his jaw. But it was his eyes that held her attention. Dark gray, almost colorless, like storm clouds. Eyes that had seen too much death and hadn't looked away. "Dr. Kieran Ashford." His voice was deep and rough, like gravel. "Though most just call me the Rogue Healer."

Others were darker—twisted versions of what I thought I knew, stories that mother had sanitized for her daughter's innocent ears. There were stories of Moon Healers who could mend flesh with a touch, knitting together wounds that should have been fatal, saving lives that the Goddess had already marked for the afterworld... or stop a heart from beating with the same gentle caress, stealing life as easily as granting it. Wolves who could ease a soul into peace, comforting the dying with visions of beauty and light as they passed beyond the veil... or rip one from a body in rage, condemning the victim to wander eternally, forever separated from the ancestors.

"That's good. It's not easy raising a pup alone. I always thought you were a single mother." I smiled faintly. I wasn't before, but soon I would be one. "Megan Cross, you're the most skilled healer we have. Without you, the common folk won't have anyone to treat them. They can't afford the fees of the nobles' healers." Emily glanced at the patients lying nearby and sighed. I gave a helpless smile and turned to leave the healer's tent—only to run straight into Alpha King Jason Boone of the Northern Realm and Princess Bailey Shaw of the Silvermoon Pack. They were both visiting injured warriors.

“Tis is always to be here.” “And you are Steve Kane, the challenged.” Grimkeeper said as he like he was certain. Steve noticed that the man’s eyes were stark black orbs with no iris or white. Grimkeeper sniffed loudly. “You smell sweetly of death,” he said it like it was a compliment. “So many lives have died by your hands.” Emma was unnerved by the way the black-eyed man spoke. His voice was familiar but Emma was so confused that she could not place it. “And you are the Healer who also holds death in her hands,” Grimkeeper said with a smile. Emma shivered uncomfortably as she looked into his eyes. She saw…nothing and everything in the strange being’s eyes. She averted her eyes unable to mai

Each shallow breath she took felt like borrowed time. “Stay with me,” I muttered, more command than plea. “You’re not done yet.” She stirred faintly. “You always were… bossy,” she whispered. Relief hit me so hard my vision blurred. “Good. That means you’re still alive.” The healing wing smelled of crushed herbs and antiseptic magic. Healers rushed forward the moment I crossed the threshold. Head healer took one look at Betty and paled. “Put her on the table,” she snapped, already rolling up her sleeves. “Now.”