Healer Japanese Novels & Stories

I wrote on the notepad again, "What does this have to do with the healer?" The beta's expression turned serious, "The healer specializes in helping pregnant women who have experienced trauma. She can help you cope with your emotions and ensure a healthy pregnancy." I felt a lump form in my throat as I heard the beta's words. No one had ever offered to help me like that before. I had always been on my own, fighting to survive. I looked up at the beta, searching for any sign of ulterior motives. But all I saw was kindness and concern in his eyes.

Jess stood up, giving her space. “I’m Elder Heira, one of the pack’s healer.” She bowed slightly, her movements graceful. “I’ve been tending to you since they brought you in.” “Thank you,” I murmured. She walked over and placed the tray on the nearby table, then gently sat by my side. “Let’s check you're brave pup of yours, hmm?” I nodded, swallowing down my fear. Her fingers were warm as she pressed them carefully on my lower stomach, eyes closed, her hand glowing faintly with healing magic.

Rixa’s jaw tightened at that, her fingers pressing into her own arms. “And he entered Jay’s body,” the healer continued. “Jay knows him. Knows how he thinks. Knows how he moves.” Jay’s expression darkened. “So the three of you joining hands,” the healer finished, “gives you a chance to win.” Silence hung heavy between us. “It’s just me,” the healer added quietly, almost as if he didn’t want credit. I looked from him to Jay. Jay stepped forward slowly. “I’m here because I want to help you,” he said.

Never had I imagined I would meet the Chief Healer himself. The healers are a rare order of gifted werewolves specialized in divine restoration. A gift said to have come from the Moon herself. They are so scarce, so expensive, that only high-standing families can afford their services. And here, in front of me, stands the chief healer. I blink in astonishment. I'd expected the chief healer to be older, slouching. Not whoever this man was. Dorion walks further into the room with the unhurried steps of someone who knows exactly who he is and does not need to prove it.

Amaris sat Taji down next to Anna. "Are you ready?" She asked. Taji nodded. Despite her encouragement, Anna looked on nervously. Lyle stood back and just watched. Amaris laid her hands on Taji's forearms. She closed her eyes and concentrated and wished that Taji would be able to heal people. When she opened them, Taji was still sitting there, but her was closing his eyes tightly like he was expecting it to hurt. She tapped him on his arm, and he opened one eye and looked at her. "Its alright. Try it now." Taji opened both eyes and then looked at her astonished. "That was it?" Taji looked from Amaris to Anna. Anna still clearly had a cut on her forehead. "But she is not healed

He seemed to not have made a decision yet; his eyes were contemplating, silently turning over the idea in his mind. I didn’t know what to say, or if I should say anything at all. Clement brought my friend from the dead, taught me everything I knew, and is still planning to tutor me more. I physically could not ask any more of him. He was a magnificent figure that floated into my life and out of it mysteriously. Clement was a figure of importance to the rest of the world as well; he was the best healer, and the only one who was thoroughly trained in bringing back the dead. I figured that was why he was never a constant presence, but regardless, I reveled in his mystery.

That's all you all are good at, raise the phones up create your own scenarios and rumors, I'm here for it all Zuri Campari Banks, crazy ass Nepo baby, that needs rehab when she clearly doesn't. I am human like you all okay? Get that into your heads, you all would understand that if you also got cheated on by your boyfriend with a senior you admire and trust! Gets accused of physical violence, then accused of drugs and needing mental health consultation. I will not keep quiet! I will not! You all want to ruin me, but I don't mind ruining me before you do! I am still iconic and you all will forever tag me as that!

From her appearance and background, one would think Maery was just a delicate flower, but that outwardly delicate flower had muscles of steel! Think about it! When normal people overexerted themselves, their muscles would hurt, and they would need to rest for a while to recover. But when a healer overexerted themselves, they would just heal it right back up! And then they would be ready for more physical exercise! An S-ranked Healer could, in a single day, go through more cycles of muscle strength training than a normal person in an entire month!!! Whoever thought Healers were delicate was delusional!!

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

And whoever came would choose a Luna from the existing pack to seal the claim. I didn’t have rank. I didn’t have a wolf. I was Linden Briar, the dead healer’s daughter. The pack didn’t overlook me. They looked away on purpose. Easier to pretend I didn’t exist than to think too hard about what I could put in their next tincture. That silence was the safest thing about me. I ground valerian for the sleep tinctures the pack would need tonight. Measured henbane into careful doses for the grief that would settle into body aches by morning. Made myself useful. Let them keep ignoring me.