Novel & Cerita Healer Aesthetic

She added some type of liquid to turn the stuff into a cream. The scent was oddly fluorescent and started to appear a light purple shade. “This will heal her exterior damage,” she explained as she started to rub the cream on Carol’s scratches and bruises. “When do you think she will be fully healed?” I asked. She looked at the clock. “In a few hours. She will be healed before sunrise,” the healer said. “I’m Candace by the way. The empire healer.” “Aiden,” I introduced. “You are from the Capital.” It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway.

Some were encased in crystal, others carved from bone or obsidian, all humming with power. On another shelf, glass jars and clay pots held herbs of every shape and shade, green, silver, deep violet. A few of them glowed faintly, others exhaled tendrils of smoke that curled in the air like mist. The scent was overwhelming but oddly calming, a blend of crushed petals and earth. Then she appeared. The healer glided out from a hidden chamber behind a curtain of beads that chimed as she passed. She was small and ageless, her hair like braided smoke, her eyes sharp and knowing. She bowed low to Xareth without speaking.

I thought as I stopped in my tracks. “ Oh so now you can think of that.” Lora said sarcastically. " And now you decide to show up or talk.” — “She should be fully healed in a month. And with that, she should refrain from moving about a lot or trying to do heavy work and mostly rest,” the healer said smoothly, standing with all the grace of a mystical forest elf that moonlight probably bowed to. Ocean-blue eyes. Dark green hair. Skin like silk. Face like a damn painting. And a voice that made you want to lie down and let him sprinkle herbs on your soul.

A grin formed on my lips as the healer added after sneaking a look through the half-closed door, " Your baby will be beautiful. That girl is really beautiful." I didn't notice her face until the healer mentioned it to me. Lifting my eyes at her, I met her angelic face. She had emerald eyes, so natural and well contrasted with her pitch-black hair. Her highlighted nose uplifted her beauty. Unexpectedly, my wolf purred, mesmerized by her beauty but I ignored it with a snort. I instructed the healer, glancing at Athena's pale face, " I don't care as long as I get my heir. I don't care whether she dies or leaves."

It's a smile that I've never seen on his face before. I simply stared and listened to him because I didn't get what he was trying to point out. Yes, healers are prettier than spring because they are actually blessed by nature to have long lives and the best health, but their personalities aren't as beautiful as their physical appearance. They become rotten for becoming conceited, thinking that everything is below them just because we are living in the sky, literally. "We are beautiful creatures. We are even prettier than the lycans you love."

"These wounds are deep, and I'd rather not have to stitch you up twice." He looked at the wolfsbane, then back at me, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk despite his condition. When he spoke, his voice was rough gravel. "A human healer who knows about wolfsbane. How... interesting." "A werewolf who got his ass handed to him. Equally interesting." The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Stupid, stupid Belle. Anttagonizing the apex predator on your table. But instead of ripping my throat out, he actually chuckled, then immediately winced. "Careful, little healer. Not many would dare speak to me that way."

Everyone turned back again, only to see two motorcycles, sleek and shiny, speed into the parking lot and then, the identical twins, Asher and Axel removed their helmets in unison, revealing their well chiseled faces. Their jet-black hair was tousled from the ride but it only added to their charm. They wore matching black leather jackets, tight enough to show off their muscular physique, paired with dark jeans and heavy boots. There was a loud gasp from everyone and the girls sighed and giggled, while some even fainted at the sight of their handsomeness and the guys admired their expensive bikes. It seemed it was not only Elaira who had prepared a lot for the new semester but also the twins.

he paused and touched my cheek and a broad smile spread on my face. "I want you to be my healer, with you by my side I can heal from the inside and let go of my past. I want to know what it feels like to love and be loved. I want my heart to heal from that trauma, I want you to help me forget everything. Would you accept to be my healer?"

Claude kept his eyes closed and listened to the light fizzing sound in front of him. After a while he could smell a serene and calming smokey smell, almost like sage...someone was using Healing Magic. He opened his eyes and saw a middle aged Hispanic woman with elegant yet mature features and soft hazel eyes. The calming features of the woman were one's he grew to assign with Prof. Callista. The Academies Healer. A job he assumed she was in the act of performing due to the smell of the room and the fact that he only recently got obliterated in the midst of his opponents physical Rebirth. The memory brought his blood to a furious boil.

It says that the born healer possesses both the abilities earned by the made healer and the ones gifted by the deity’s light; the former guides the essence of the deity’s creations to procreation, protect, and prolong, while the latter guides the preservation of the light within the deity’s creations. I straightened my back on the stool, to stretch out the kinks. So, in other words, the born healer can cure a werewolf’s body from all sorts of injuries and illnesses and keep the darkness away? The darkness… … the dark whims? A surprised revelation swivelled my face down to the same passage. As my eyes read through the same line over and over again, I tried to grasp the logic behind what it wa