Healer Japanese Novels & Stories

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

That’s what warriors do; they protect the lives of their superiors and the rest of the pack members. My head whipped around to meet Healer Aric. He is a healer from the neighboring pack. A tall, lean man with pools of forest green eyes. His dark hair falls in waves around his face, framing sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline. There is a sense of quiet strength in his stature and in his hands, weathered from years of healing work.

Without hesitation, Zen replied, “I want to support my friends while they are in combat and become the safe space that they can fall back on in the heat of a battle, to watch over them like a guardian angel providing them assistance by watching their backs.” It was a perfect answer. Father Clarence did not make a mistake in bestowing this young man with his favour. Although Zen appeared to wield twin daggers created by Ben and a special armour from Paul, his heart was one of a healer. Healers must be selfless by nature, and Zen understood the role of a healer completely. The ability to heal is a gift from god, not meant to be hoarded selfishly. “You passed the test,” Father Mark chuckled. “I

"I want to know a little more about your abilities. The only thing I know about humans is that they have this... particular scent, not very pleasant, but you don't seem to share it. And I've never heard of human healers or anything like that. I still think there's something particular about you, you are different.” "Thank you, that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received," I blurt out, trying not to squeal with excitement, "There are no human healers. Or at least none like me. I used to call myself a psychic, Rio is the one who said I could be a healer and the word sounded perfect for me. I can heal energies and bad feelings, so it makes sense." "Well, lucky for you, I know a healer. She ca

“Tis is always to be here.” “And you are Steve Kane, the challenged.” Grimkeeper said as he like he was certain. Steve noticed that the man’s eyes were stark black orbs with no iris or white. Grimkeeper sniffed loudly. “You smell sweetly of death,” he said it like it was a compliment. “So many lives have died by your hands.” Emma was unnerved by the way the black-eyed man spoke. His voice was familiar but Emma was so confused that she could not place it. “And you are the Healer who also holds death in her hands,” Grimkeeper said with a smile. Emma shivered uncomfortably as she looked into his eyes. She saw…nothing and everything in the strange being’s eyes. She averted her eyes unable to mai

There would be no room for self-doubt. Discovering that I’m a good healer started after my teenage years. The first person I have proven my ability to was my father. Being a Beta, he always went to fight and hunt. And when father told everyone my ability, no one believed him or even wanted to be treated by me. My goal was to help, but they saw it as a threat. Two hours had passed and still Donna hadn’t gone back. I kept peeking through the window, but all I could see was how everyone was busy, happily arranging the place for the celebration of Samuel’s second marriage with Alice.

The only thing left was silence and regret for how he had hurt a woman who loved him so much. The healer grinned like a sneaky child. "I will need a jade. The purest you can find. A stone that holds memory better than a fragile human mind. I’ll need it to anchor her spirit so it does not scatter like ash.” Cole nodded sharply at his men. “Get it. Now. Tear apart the city if you must.” The guards bowed and hurried out. The healer’s list, however, was only beginning. “Meats,” he continued, expression so serious Cole felt his heart in his throat.

She quickly veered off into another topic. The warriors and all healers sent back to Gracia's with Basil , but a few chose to stay as allies, Except for one healer named Beth, who has a healing gift and is the same age as Rina. She’s eager to learn from Silvermoon—and me too. Gracia was more than happy to let her stay. Beth is quiet, has steady hands, and a gentle voice. Rina took to her right away. “You’re going to be my best friend,” Rina declared on Beth’s first day.

The old woman was very distressed and could not help but vent her frustration. "Trevor, I know you are in pain and you are going through a lot, but you should at least take care of your health. You said you wanted to heal your heart and get back to your partner, how are you going to do that when you are like this? Look at the state you are in! Come, sit down quickly and drink this soup, it will give you some nourishment."

I ask, already knowing whatever he’s about to get into is probably something I don’t want to talk about. “Your buddy show up lately?” I shake my head. Not as bad as I was fearing. “No. Your healer seems to know what he’s doing.” “She.” I turn my neck to look at him. “Uh?” “The healer who made the talisman is a woman.” “Oh.” Done with the last nail, I walk over to him. “Interesting.” He arches his brow. “You said she didn’t want any payment.” He nods, his gaze shifting to some place behind my shoulder.