Healer Aesthetic Novels & Stories

His presence was solid like a wall I could lean on without ever fearing it would crumble. The healer moved like water. Each of her motions was slow, deliberate, as if she were listening to something none of us could hear. Her silver hair was braided down her back, catching glimmers of the sunlight that filtered in through the tall window. Shelves lined the stone walls, cluttered with herbs bundled in twine, jars of crushed petals and roots, and tiny bottles filled with liquids in shades I didn’t even know existed. She hummed softly as she worked, a melody that felt older than the pack itself.

Alexander watched as the doctor's expression changed, causing a sense of unease to wash over him. "I have both good and bad news," Doctor Clemson began, but before he could continue, Alexander interrupted. "Please, just tell me the bad news first," he demanded. Taking a deep breath, Doctor Clemson hesitated before finally revealing the devastating news. "The results show that due to the accident, the victim has developed Dissociative amnesia. Which was caused by a blow to her brain during the impact." Alexander's heart sank as he struggled to understand the medical jargon. "What does that mean, Doctor? Please, explain it to me in simpler terms."

Keagan was shocked, he had never spent that much money so casually. “Yes, 1000 dollars for each attribute, that will deduct your account balance to 99,999,995,000 USD,” “Okay, that’s still a lot of money left, okay it is fine I will use the 5000,” “....... Purchase complete, your healing attribute is now at 45!” The voice resounded, washing over Keagan's senses. In that instant, a tingling sensation coursed down his leg, a chill that brought both comfort and rejuvenation. It was as if an unseen force had gently caressed his injured limb.

"Ana, that's brilliant! We must act on it immediately." Ana nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. "I'll find the artist right away and explain the task. If there's a chance that we can locate the healer through this, we must take it." With newfound hope, Austin and Ana set their plan into motion. The visual artist, a talented young member of the pack named Elena, eagerly agreed to the task. She spent days meticulously crafting a composite sketch of the healer, utilizing every detail and description that had been collected from those who had encountered him.

“What does it do?” “It weakens the body.” The room fell completely silent. “It will not kill him.” I folded my arms across my chest. “It will simply slow his recovery.” The healer did not touch the bottle. “I refuse.” His answer came so quickly that it almost amused me. “I have not finished speaking.” “I do not need you to.” His eyes remained fixed on mine. “I became a healer to save lives, not destroy them.” A small smile appeared on my face. “You are making this sound far worse than it is.”

I think we need to reconsider our relationship. The pack's board members also seized the opportunity to force him to step down from his Alpha position. That once high-spirited heir had fallen from grace, and I was the only one willing to stay by his side. During that period, he became moody and volatile. Sometimes he'd shatter water glasses in the middle of the night, sometimes he'd roar at the nurses. I would silently clean up the mess and place a bowl of his once-favorite venison stew by his bedside.

the healer yelled as she arrived at the scene, her voice commanding attention and halting the escalating violence. Aeros froze, his fist still clenched, but his grip on Jonathan remained firm as he glared down at him with unrelenting aggression. “He is your beta, Alpha Aeros, and you don’t get to hit him like that. So, please let him go,” the healer demanded, her tone firm but cautious.

The grace was the same as it had always been and also different, freer, unbound from the performance of celestial function, moving in the specific way of someone who had stopped arranging themselves for any audience and was simply existing in the full ease of their own nature. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> More beautiful than before. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> That landed in him with the specific honest weight that his healer's perception was always going to insist on, the diagnosis accurate and fully received. He was more beautiful. Not in the way the celestial architecture was beautiful, not the static perfection of divine design. In the way the wild edge was beautiful, the way the ancient tree was beautif

I have to talk about my past once again to get people to know me and everyone is always fascinated by a healer. By the end of the day, I'll be known by everyone and that's worse because I'll only know by the end of the day if it's a bad or good thing. Will the boys want me for my looks? My body or because I'm a healer? Will the girls hate me because of the attention I'll get from the boys? I will only know later. Healers are extremely beautiful creatures because everyone likes to look at a beautiful specimen to feel at ease or whatever. Healers can also be known as sorcerers. We prefer the term healers because we use our powers to heal ailments and to bring peace in the pack upon the alphas

“I’ve seen enough in my time not to fear what’s different. And healing_ is the same, no matter who it’s for.” Nyx feels a wave of relief, almost overwhelmed by the healer’s calm acceptance. “Thank you.” “Hold your thanks,” the healer says, already mixing herbs. “Healing isn’t cheap on my bones. Jonah, fetch me some water and bring my kit.” Jonah nods eagerly, dashing off to gather supplies. Nyx watches the healer apply paste to Lorenzo’s wounds, her hands glowing faintly with an unspoken energy. “What_ what kind of magic is this?” Nyx asks.