Healer Cookies Novels & Stories

“But how can this happen, Grandma? How can a girl be a healer?” Jasmine questioned, her features contorted in a deep frown, her hands clasped into fists as she peered at the translucent form of her late great-grandmother. “Isn’t it against nature? Isn’t it…cruel?”

I hear some low chuckles as behemoth numero uno says "I'm Azriel. The giant next to me demolishing the cheesecake is my older brother Atlas. The guys digging into the apple pie is my little brother Saint. The two knuckleheads tearing up those cupcakes are Stryker and Saxon. They're our cousins. Well 2 of them anyways. Finally the quiet guy snatching cookies is Liam. He's a friend of ours and Lincoln's older brother. We've known each other for years but never really connected the dots until boss brought you guys home the other night." "It's nice to meet all of you. I'm not done baking yet. I planned on making some pumpkin rolls, a variety of cakes and some baclava but don't ask me to cook any

she mused, her fingers steepled as she regarded me, still writhing in pain on the floor. “I will heal your son. Yes, I have the power to heal him. I’m making him become a very strong lichen, like his father,” the healer declared confidently. Relief flooded through me, and my mother's eyes filled with gratitude. “Oh, thank you, Ma. I really appreciate you. Thank you,” she said, her voice choked with emotion. But her confusion was apparent when the healer mentioned 'lichen.'

My voice is barely audible as I take another deep breath. A knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts and I quickly jump up, "Come in." Hestia opens the door with a smile on her face and a plate full of cookies, "Wanna try some oatmeal chocolate cookies?" I raise an eyebrow, "Oatmeal chocolate?" She nods, "I don't like raisins so I replaced it with chocolate chips, want one?" I take one hesitantly as I, too, do not like raisins. I smell it and the sweet scent lifts my spirits, the first bite exploding with flavor.

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.”

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

All the healers who participated in the cover-up received severe disciplinary action. However, because they confessed and I spoke on their behalf, explaining they had been coerced, the Council decided on a lighter sentence. Their healer's marks were downgraded, and their packs' territorial resources and neutral zone privileges were reduced.

At least Kal and I have friendly Alphas and Lunas to lend us a hand—or this time, lend us their smiles. The pregnant Healer entered the room and was now with another Healer, this one I’m familiar with being in the Moonflame Pack. “For the Alpha King. He barely had breakfast.” She gestured to a bowl of stew, which I had never seen or smelled before. “What is it?” “Ah, that food the Healers make for me every time I can barely move my bones,” Helga shared. “It’s a specialty made by the Healers along with their edible potions.”

"But as far as I know, Mythical Tiger Base has no one with healing powers anymore. They've lost their only healer, isn't that right?" "Nonsense! This agent was developed by our base's healing Esper, Chad Stewart. He's currently in our base, safe and sound," a follower of Janice immediately retorted. "Is that so? Didn't you take away my healing power, then did the same thing to Chad Stewart? Don't tell me there's a third healer in your base?"

They couldn’t afford to travel far, but they heard whispers about a new, mysterious consultant. When he arrived at the Black Lantern, I didn’t let him step inside. I inhaled the unique scent of his mate’s illness-a mix of burning adrenaline and a specific mineral deficiency. I reached into my bag-a leather satchel filled with herbs Mora collected-and pulled out three small packets of crushed root. “Your Pack Healer treated the fever, not the cause,” I said, my voice low and steady. “This is a mineral deficit unique to your valley. Brew these with spring water. Give her one every twelve hours. The f*e is three silver marks.”