God The Healer Name Novels & Stories

I turned around and pulled my shirt aside, revealing the mark on my lower back. “I don't have a wolf. All I have is this mark that appeared the night I was supposed to shift...” “That’s the sacred mark,” the guardian cut in. I turned back immediately. “Please... can you tell me who I am?” It looked at me as though the answer were obvious. “Of course. You are a Healer, a descendant of Velmora. You carry the blood of the Great Healer within you. The power to heal flows through your lineage. That is why creatures such as myself serve your kind.”

He said cutting me off. The funny thing is, I'm a healer. But Healers can't heal themselves but we heal faster that others. Kayden lead me inside the pack house and into the other healers clinic. The old woman great me with pleasure. She's one of the two Healers residing here in SilverMoon pack. Kayden patiently waiting until Imelda finished her work and excused herself. "You need to be ready anytime Adellee. You never turn your back into your enemy." He said.

He stopped and gazed at her. "I must say, George Henry, I am grateful for your assistance in persuading Richard to divorce her. Also a big thanks to the accident that resulted to the subsequent Amnesia. I'm very sure by the time she regained her memory, she will be already smitten with my son," Alexander chuckled as he exited the room.

“Nah, I loved your pops too much to let you have anything but the best. That man was the best of the best. Not one fuck up in more than thirty years of working for my family. That’s something special. But hey, look at you. You’re on your way to being the next Mordechai Zoil.” “Technically I already am,” I reminded him. He laughed, then all of his men laughed along with him. Didn’t seem too funny to me. Every first born on my dad’s side got the same name. Jonathan walked away from me, going back to the two bleeding men on the ground. He sighed at them, once again asking what he would do with them. I already knew what he would do with them. Their fates had been sealed the moment they fucked up

I ask, my voice harder than I intended. "There's one person who might be able to save them," the Healer says quietly. "But I can't guarantee she'll come." "Who?" "Dr. W." His voice turns reverent, almost awed. "She's a physician of legendary skill. Known for curing illnesses that others deem impossible. Her methods are unconventional, her whereabouts perpetually unknown, but her success rate is unmatched. If anyone can help your parents, it's her." Dr. W. The same healer I've been trying to find for days.

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.

He asked, as if there was any other new project aside from that. “Yes. Let’s be over with it right?” I smiled more. Our hospital was just a place where our healers would still do their jobs, just more professional. The plan was to open it to attract wolves from other packs. Even open slots for healers to work. “You are still looking for the rumoured divine healer?” “Yes, arrange everything.” If I want to do this, it’s only right I do it right. If I’m going to lure Raemon in, then I’ll use the opportunity to search for the divine healer, the only one who could give and take a life.

The song soon ended with a solemn tone coming out from all of them while moaning could still be heard. "Glory to you for being a strong and brave warrior," the healer started and lowered her head low to her words then she continued. "Each one of us is here to say thank you and also to wish you good luck on your journey to meet with God. I pray that you ascend peacefully and have a great time with him."

“Nicola just let me know they're bringing the healer.” I let out a sigh of relief, and Chiara looked at us with a frown. “What's a healer coming for? We have a healer with us,” Chiara said out of ignorance, and I knew I would have a serious talk with her. “A healer is a person who handles ancestral medicine as well as magic,” I said simply. “Where a doctor does not go, a healer makes a presence. The healer will help you heal the wound quickly and give you medicine that helps a lot with recovery.”

I give him a confused look, and he realizes I didn't quite understand. "My wolfs name. It's Ares." "Like the God of War?" I said, raising my eyebrow. "Yep," was all he said. "Aala and Ares. Healer and God of war. I guess that fits," I mumble. He lets out a laugh at my words. The irony. I start recognizing things around town and realize we are close to my families house. Butterflies flutter in my stomach, as I realize that my parents are going to meet Declan.