Novel & Cerita Healer Fantasy

he said. An older councilman spoke up, “Yes, there are hardly any of those healers left," he looked at the older men before looking back at me, “Only royal and blessed healers are given those capabilities, so how is it possible that she did it?” I raised a brow at the question. I wasn't exactly sure what royal healers meant but I didn't want them to know about such. I shook my head, “I don't know what she is. All I know is that she is a healer and her healing wasn't that thorough anyway, I've got a scar here on me to prove that" I looked them all in the eye. None had the guts to ask me to reveal it to them.

But as far as I know, Victoria and Felix were clueless. “You’re wolfless?” With how their eyes immediately looked at me with pity and worry, I just shifted my gaze away. This is what I hate the most; being treated as if I’m an outcast who’ll die any minute now. Although I kind of get why Victoria and Felix were surprised to find out I’m wolfless. Because how could a wolfless she wolf be so good at healing, right? It was as if I’m so good at something that I don’t even have an idea how it works to begin with…because I can’t ever heal on my own.

"Let's get to it. What are the terms of this... alliance?" The next hour was spent hammering out the details. Territory divisions, spoils of war, command structure—it was all tedious and predictable, the kind of conversation I had mastered long ago. I let Darius and Sylas argue over the finer points, playing mediator when necessary while weaving my own web of influence. "The human healer," Sylas said suddenly, breaking the flow of the conversation. His dark eyes locked onto mine, sharp and calculating. "I've heard whispers about her. They say she has unusual abilities."

The history books do indicate that rogues have, in the past, attacked the healer for their own benefits but what those benefits are is still a mystery. It is also clear that the healer, if not protected from the rogues, will inevitably die a slow and painful death. I admit that scared me and would haunt me. I did not want to live in fear and would need to be more cautious than I just was. But I also wanted to use my talents for good. The only downside is the more I heal, the more risk I have of taking on those ailments. There are cleansing spells that can conducted, with the help of a witch’s support. Knowing Adam’s aversion to witches, I am not sure how that will go over. At some poin

I watched every move it took until it vanished completely from my hands. “Woa…” my mouth hung open as I stared at my hands, turning them around to have a better look at them. The fog left my hands without a scratch, without blemish as though they weren’t bruised a few minutes ago. They looked like they often did whenever I had my bath but a lot better, they looked new and just then, it occurred to me that I might have just had my wish granted and my powers given. “A healer, really?” I asked, smiling with pride but my smile fell all too sudden, “What if I am only able to heal myself?”

The handwriting is elegant, curving like wind-carved vines. "My dearest cub, If you're reading this, then your heart has found its twin. Good. The world may still be cruel, but you are not meant to walk it alone. You carry within you a gift, a dangerous one, and a sacred one. You are a Healer. Not of the modern kind, but of the old ways. You can sense sickness and sorrow in others, draw it out with your touch, or your tears, or your needles. But this gift comes at a price. You must never let those without soul try to control you. Love deeply. Choose wisely. Let your heart lead, it will protect you better than any spell I could cast. You will remember me, when the time is right. I have buried

AMANISA’S POV “I can’t give up the throne.” That was the first thought I had after the healer left. Mother Healer used to be someone I knew and if she was still the same person, I believed she should have known that I was back in the realm. Davina had delivered the message of Mother Healer, a female Healer that was considered the leader of all healers. And to be clear, healers were all females. Every one of them. Even if a healer should give birth to a male Lycan, that child wouldn't have the gift of a healer.

Especially that her mother Laara had told her of Rozelyn’s stepmother's real identity. Isla sees Rozelyn as the daughter she never had. But, she had only a little access to her life because of two things: fear and not enough power. Compared to vampires, werewolves, and blood witches, healers are just like herbs that grow anywhere but only being paid attention to when one needs them. Healers are just healers, not fighters like werewolves, attackers like vampires, and most especially not enchanters like the blood witches. They are only meant to heal—nothing more and nothing less, amidst the fact that they possess extra gifts. They. Are. Just. Healers.

(Blacksmith Guild Master, Galdor) Fear and insecurity of oneself has started to become the start of everyone high guard, Naturally there were those that still hoped for positivity around. The Healer Guild Master, Priestess Nicole Bentham were a young blind nun, an exile of the Sister of Principality of light, all the healers in her guilds were all the practitioner that lose their place in their faction or church. But the Healer guild were known and trusted by many to provide the best healing using magic in the entire Continent, it was as simple as that.

The healer, an elderly woman with eyes that seem to hold centuries of wisdom, approaches without hesitation, her hands glowing with a soft, soothing light. “Move aside, let go of her hand,” she instructs, her voice calm and commanding. I carefully place her hand on the bed, my heart aching as I release her before kissing her forehead once again. The healer kneels beside her on the bed, placing her hands gently on Azura’s chest, her lips moving in a whispered incantation.