Healer Manga Novels & Stories

” And with that, Zane steps out of the room, leaving the healer, Akira and I all alone. The healer then places his palm on Akira’s forehead and she shivers underneath his touch. My body feels as though I should rip him off her but I stay still. He then places his hand a bit more, applying pressure and her body begins to lift. “What the hell are you doing to her?!” I yell as Akira looks extremely uncomfortable and she is sweating some more. He scrunched up his nose and then, he let her go. Her body relaxes and a small smile appears on her lips.

I can’t leave him like this. When he extends his hand, Hera pushes forward and I push my healing into him, feeling as his wounds heal up. I hear the gasps of the trolls around us as they watch Shengis’s wounds heal. When I'm done, I look up and see that all his wounds are closed up. Then I turn to Haijen. “You’re turn.” He shakes his head, but Renji grabs his hand, giving it to me. I push my healing power into Haijen, feeling his wounds healing as well.

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.

Lain stared at the heavens, seeing his beloved mate and his smiled, taking his final breath. “Prepare him for burial. I will find the girl,” Alpha Kayden commanded.

"They built a weapon. This entire Theatre is a massive transmitter. If we play the Zero Tape, it won't just heal the people in Owerri—it will permanently rewrite the 'Void' code in every brain on the continent." Julian stepped behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he looked at the console. "It’s a 'System Restore' for humanity, Elara. But to trigger it, you have to stay connected to the transmitter. The surge... it could burn out the 'Gold' in your blood forever. You’d just be a normal girl again. No more hum. No more light." I looked at the "Gold" scar on my arm, then back at the microphone. I thought of my 410 readers. I thought of the students at FUTO. I thought of the life I wa

> "Love one another. The light will do the rest." > A colossal wave of golden energy burst outward from the family. But the light wasn't a weapon; it wasn't fire, and it wasn't destructive lightning. It was pure, unadulterated healing. The wave washed over the entire battlefield. Wounded, exhausted soldiers stood up, their broken bones knitting back together instantly. Fractured palace walls repaired themselves stone by stone. The cursed land itself began to breathe deeply again. The Voidborn shrieked, its body thrashing as the environment rejected its very presence. "No! Healing cannot destroy me!"

“You feel that, don’t you? The hunger in your chest? Your wolf senses the truth. This is more than sex. This is power.” Emma’s pulse thundered in her ears. She had never seen anything like this. She wasn’t just observing anymore—she was being pulled in. As the Naga reached her third violent climax, golden light burst from her mouth, and she screamed in a voice not her own: “The Healer will bathe in the blood of gods and kneel at the lips of death, if she does not choose her hunger soon.” Silence fell. Even the vines stopped moving. Emma stood frozen. Terra’s smile was all teeth now.

Ansel smiled at her and immediately rushed inside the house, placing Elle on the nearest vacant sick bed. A healer quickly rushed up to them at the sight of Ansel, his mouth dropped open and his hands flew to his mouth at the sight of the wound "oh my God what happened?" He asked ripping off the top of Elle's gown, making Ansel glare at him "Guardian Slash" the healer stilled and his face went pale, "go get her" he nodded his head and ran off to get the oldest healer; the only one capable of healing a guardian slash. "I'm so sorry Manda, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have let you go" Mamock sobbed grabbing onto Elle's hand.

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.

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