Healer Manga Novels & Stories

" concluded Suwa Hiromoto. Although it didn't make a sound, the faces of the other ten masters nodded their heads. All seemed to agree with the female teacher's opinion. Xuaio Shun, the Healer, shrugged. "Well, we wouldn't know what that kid wanted, would we? What's wrong with being a healer?" he glanced left and right, watching each person's expression. "And it's not very strange if a fighter, he also doubles as a healer. I see many good fighters in this country, they have more than one profession. Fighters are concurrently alchemists for example."

Bima is the academy's bottom-feeder with a useless magic attribute, obsessed only with learning healing arts to save his sick sister. He has no idea that the academy's golden boy, Kirill, is pathologically obsessed with him—and his 'useless' magic is actually the catalyst for a brewing magical disaster.

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.

She asked running her finger along the line of his scar. “You don’t have Healers where you’re from?” He asked and she shook her head. “What are they?” “Magi, well sort of, they channel a special Magic.” “Oh. And they healed it just like that?” “Just like that.” He said smiling before leaning into kiss her. She kissed him back, slowly at first and then harder, more urgently. “Let’s go to bed. Not that I suspect we’ll be sleeping that much…” He said and she laughed as he swept her up carried her into his bedroom.

“Um, do you guys know that i can hear you clearly?” They turned to me and gasped. “Oh! Sorry about that. We forgot that pure breeds have good sense of hearing. How can you be of good help to us,Mia?” “I am a trained healer.” They turned around and started talking to each other, whispering this time but i could still hear them. “Healer? What if she can help Loren with his injuries?” “Who is Loren” “He is family and you must help his injuries heal, he is in a really bad state.”

I said as she helped me sit on the bed. "Don't worry, Adeline. Everything would be fine." Reyna assured, hugging me. I broke in tears again, sniffing. "I don't think so, Adeline. My life is just so filed with ups and downs. I'm... getting tired." "You don't have to feel bad, Adeline. You are a special breed— The Healer, one chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. There might be a problem now but all will fall in place soon, I promise. Everything would be back to normal, you're not alone on this journey."

Most packs don't have healers with magical power. Hayley's face was solemn. She spun around the room in a slow circle, thinking of what to do next. Everyone was murmuring. All she was hearing were people complaining about how she was a good for nothing healer. Someone even said she is a scam. How was it you did a hundred good for people and the one time you cannot help then you become a bad person? Hayley felt something surge through her. She remembered how her brother had died at her hand while trying to treat him. She remembered her vow to never let another person die at her hand. Hayley's hand began to give off a flickering low glow of white light. She placed her hand over the woman's nec

I knew exactly what was beneath those trousers, exactly what my hand was dangerously close to touching. My cheeks burned. Of all the places for the pain to appear. I kept my palm firmly against his lower stomach and forced myself to concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing. His muscles tightened beneath my hand as my gift flowed into him. This was treatment. I was his healer. That was all I needed to think about. Except Alpha Dimitri shifted beside me, and the movement brought his hip more firmly against mine. My pulse jumped.

She aimed to teach me how to harness it. “A Healer is a vessel for life,” Mora rasped, her eyes locked on the pulsing pain in my right hand. “But life and death are two sides of the same coin. You were denied the coin of matehood, Elara. Now, you will learn to master its edges.” Our lessons began with the very thing Kael had used against me: Wolfsbane.

"Your healing abilities. They're getting stronger since you arrived here, aren't they?" I set the lavender down carefully, buying time. He wasn’t wrong. What used to exhaust me after one session now barely tired me out. And yesterday, I'd healed a gash on a young wolf's arm without even touching him. "It's probably just practice," I said, aiming for casual and missing by a mile. Kieran's laugh was soft but knowing. "You don't believe that any more than I do." He perched on the edge of my work table, his ancient eyes studying me. "Have you heard of Lunar Souls?"