Healer Cookies Novels & Stories

Rio announces, approaching us with some damn cookies in a tray. I'm ready for this to be my forever. ✨ T H E E N D ✨

The mowing team had finally been persuaded to drive away, making the other two join them both. “Here, let me go and get something then.” I turned to the house and ran inside. The sooner they were able to clean up all that blood, the less likely someone would try to stop and help. Reaching inside the house, I turned to the macarons I had left over from last night. I had about two dozen left of the assorted cookies; I always brought more home with me when I baked them at the bakery. “These should do, the sugar should make the healing kick in faster.” I handed them to the Viking, who took a handful and shoved them into his mouth. “Thsm arrr mamsjng!” He said through a mouthful of cookies.

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

she said. “What?” He raised his brows but smiled inwardly. He got what he wanted. It was getting clearer and clearer every day. It was getting better. He would be able to get Lily by the end of everything. “What is a healer?” He had to feign innocence. As if he didn't know shit. “A healer is someone that can heal. I can heal anyone and anything if I want with my blood.” “Really?” He raised his eyes and Lily nodded. It was what she could do. It was her gift. A gift that was now affecting her life. It was getting harder to conceal the gift. Harder to keep secrets. She sighed.

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.”

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.