Heal Quirk Novels & Stories

“We were clearing out his pack lands. He turned eighteen and he wants to retake his father’s old lands. We were busy clearing the brush and it was so tall. We were talking and not paying attention and we flushed a mother bear out of her den. She came at me and Quirin pushed me out of the way and took the brunt of her attack. I was able to get her away from him, but…” But the bear left huge, gaping gashes all over Quirin's body. “Why isn’t he healing?” I ask Henry. “He has healed some. That bear nearly mauled him to death. He’s only alive because of his wolf but I think his wolf is fading,” Henry says. As we roll him into the room, I take his face in my hands. “Alpha Quirin! Alpha Quirin, can

"What can I do that you can't?" "For starters, there are your visions." She gestured vaguely toward my head. "I've never had that gift. Few healers do. But it's rare enough to be legend rather than fact and you my dear happen to be in that minority." I stared down at my hands, half-expecting them to look different somehow. They were just hands—the same hands that had failed to save myself and my daughter from that horrible fate. "So how do I... unshield myself?" The healer lifted the moon rock from its nest and held it out to me. It pulsed cold against my palm as I took it, the weight of it seeming to increase with each heartbeat.

"Can you explain it to me? Because I have no idea how this works." "It's time," Quix pointed out with a crooked smile. "You're speeding up or reversing time. I guess that means if we don't heal those wounds of his, he'll have them get worse?" He frowned. "Wait, if she just is reversing time, won't they just come back when enough time has passed?"

She screamed. "Yeah, you did it," I said quite proudly. Not later, Vanessa and Janella joined us… they are twins with respiratory condition so like us they cannot keep up with the training, but luckily as we tried to resolve their problem, we discovered that some Challengers can administer healing spell, well I was able to deduce this theory since they were praying one time and they said that their wounds instantly healed. At first, we thought it was just the Challenger's enhanced healing constitution, but after numerous trial and error, we realized that if you recite a prayer wishing to heal and insert some holy energy into it, it becomes an enchantment spell recognized by the system.

Chimera were grace users who could morph into—or summon the power a single beast they were attuned to. Silver rummaged through his satchel and pulled out a vial filled with necessary nutritious juice and another filled with a simple healing potion. Silver had brewed few more potions while he was staying with April. She first swallowed the nutrition juice and then the healing potion. The cuts began to heal at visible rate. April gave a moan of relief as the cuts healed themselves. Few minutes later all of her cuts had completely vanished. She hopped around happily, testing her healed body. “This is great,” she chirped. “You must be the greatest healer in the world.” Silver gave her a flat loo

The days had passed and Trevor's condition had not improved much, his wounds had healed, but his mental state was still the same. The only thing that had changed was the fact that he was stuck to Max. Not really physically, but he needed Max's pheromones to always be near him.

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S

Maaga akong nagising at hindi ito ang nakasanayan ko. Natagpuan ko na lamang ang sarili na nag-set ng alarm bago matulog. At pagmulat ko pa lang, siya kaagad ang pumasok sa isip ko. It's my fault, bakit ko pa kasi sinabi iyon? Kahit pa ay sabihin niyang naka-move on na siya ay hindi ako naniniwala. I can still see his pain, the longing he was hiding for a long time. He is not fully healed.

The transformation in him was instant. The rage vanished. His posture softened. His eyes followed her like she was the only thing in the world worth seeing. “You’re far better at handling stubborn parasites,” he murmured, pulling her closer and brushing his nose against her cheek with intimate familiarity. Something crushed inside my chest. Giulia’s manicured fingers traced the hard lines of his arms. “You feel so tense,” she purred. “What kind of miserable woman did you end up stuck with?” She shot me a look filled with disdain and triumph. “Here—let me fix 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