Healer Japanese Novels & Stories

Nothing had worked. The medicine stopped working years ago. The best healers couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her. No amount of therapy seemed to pierce the haze that had clouded her mind. To Debbie, she was constantly being raped over and over again, constantly reliving that night of horror, and nothing could snap her out of it. But then Kade had heard about the mysterious traveling healer… Silver One. Allegedly, she had special healing abilities that went beyond books and herbs. Some people said she had healed life-threatening illnesses with just a touch of her hand.

“Right here. Look at me.” “I’m here,” I gasped, though the world kept tilting, narrowing, every sound stretching and distorting under the pressure building inside me. “It’s progressing fast,” the healer said, her tone controlled but tighter now. “Faster than expected.” “Is that a problem?” Javier demanded immediately. “It can be,” she answered without looking at him. “But not if she stays focused.” “I am focused,” I said, though another wave rose before I could even finish the thought, crashing through me with brutal force as my back arched slightly and a cry escaped before I could stop it.

I turned around and pulled my shirt aside, revealing the mark on my lower back. “I don't have a wolf. All I have is this mark that appeared the night I was supposed to shift...” “That’s the sacred mark,” the guardian cut in. I turned back immediately. “Please... can you tell me who I am?” It looked at me as though the answer were obvious. “Of course. You are a Healer, a descendant of Velmora. You carry the blood of the Great Healer within you. The power to heal flows through your lineage. That is why creatures such as myself serve your kind.”

These sessions with the healer were always something that she looked forward to and helped her get through the pain of her injuries. The healers had learned their craft in Rokuhari under the tutelage of the Orchid Queen, a forest creature who had intimate knowledge of all the different herbs in the garden and their effects on human physiology. The Orchid Queen’s knowledge of plants was quite extensive such that it was said that there was no illness or injury that she could not heal. Some say that she got her knowledge from having lived multiple lifetimes. In fact, no one really knows her age or if she was even the same person who had lived all these decades.

Granted, he has been training since he was a youngling, and he is still ranked the undefeated champion in all the Galaxies for twelve earla years straight now. “Are you threatening me, brother of my mate?” He quickly removes his favorite dagger from the inside of his combat boot and slams it on top of the table, causing it to rattle beneath his strength. Eight of my warriors slowly approach us, and I hold two fingers up, with a smirk playing on my face. The advantage of being a healer is that I heal promptly with a lick of my tongue. I'm the kindred you will find huddling in the corner of a room, licking my wounds, getting ready for another round while my enemies are on the verge of dying.

After getting in with reception, he heads to where Kurai is and is mildly surprised to see that Maiko wasn't kidding about Kurai's condition. He is covered in a full body cast and attached to a monitor. Kurai's healing is much slower than Cai Kangs' as he hasn't had sufficient training to heal from injuries. Cai Kang didn't hold back as he could've killed Kurai if he wasn't durable himself. Cai Kang sat near his bedside. After comfirming no patients or hospital staff are around, he puts his fingers on Kurai's forehead and started healing him.

Inexorably, they’d become star-crossed lovers, and he would keep his distance precisely because he wanted her too damned much. Irrespective of her words of assurance, Dev felt like a heel as he watched her pretty face devoid of any trace of blood, as white as the hospital bedsheet, the protruding scars of her wounds a cruel reminder of his atrocious behavior. An age-old bitterness filled him, and as he gazed at her beloved face, a new determination took life within him. At that heart-wrenching moment, he vowed fiercely to himself that he would bring a certain positivity in her life, a silver lining in her dark existence.

I ordered. Petru was quiet for a moment. “She already has, Alpha,” he replied. “She believes ordinary treatment isn’t going to be enough.” My gaze shifted to Scarlett. I already knew what he was about to say. “Go on,” I told him. “The healers can keep Tomas stable,” Petru explained, “but Scarlett may be the only healer in Bloodfang capable of actually healing the injury.” Scarlett’s eyes met mine, and my grip tightened around the phone. Of all the warriors who could have needed her gift, it had to be Tomas.

Felix had never heard of the title "legendary healer" before. Stacy asked, "Aren't you Mr. Felix Zeller, the legendary healer?" Felix was puzzled. "Yes, I'm Felix Zeller, but I have no idea what a legendary healer is." Stacy suddenly became excited. "Oh, my God! I'm actually standing in front of the legendary healer! Even Mr. Lemuel Morris, the number one master healer, admitted that his skills couldn't compare to yours.

Jax, who had been observing from a distance with a smug smirk, suddenly straightened up. "What are you doing here, Bima?" Jax scoffed, stepping forward. "Still trying to 'heal the air'? Go back to the infirmary before you get yourself expelled for being out of bed." "Yeah, Bima, we need a real healer," another student chimed in. "Not someone who can barely light a firefly." Bima ignored them, walking directly toward Renn. "Let me look at your arm." Renn, still wincing, hesitated. "Bima? You… you know how to heal?"