Healer Monster Novels & Stories

I’m about to tell him that I’m glad I could help, when I hear Buppig’s voice nearby. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night A shiver runs up my spine, every hair on my body stands on end and I feel Hera push forward. It feels like electricity, or magic just filled the air. It’s Ailduin’s voice that continues. She will begin to heal He who is broken There is only one Who can heal such pain I turn and look at him. His eyes move from Buppig’s to mine. “The third prophecy. The one we call The Healer.”

The day Alpha Kyle Locke came to deliver the marking token, he brought two, just like always, and let my sister Serafina Voss choose first. One was a custom-made moonstone collar, a specialty piece from Frost. The other was a wolf fang pendant, the kind sold in every shop in town. Neither of us said anything. Everyone just waited for Serafina to reach out first. Never mind that this token had been chosen for my marking ceremony with Kyle, not hers. But this time, I moved first. My fingers landed on the moonstone. I spoke before anyone else could. "Can I be the one to choose, this time?" Kyle frowned. "Ella, Serafina's health is delicate. The moonstone will help settle her wolf. Yours i

My mate, Alex, had a childhood friend named Emily who was a healer. When she discovered that I was a highly sensitive person, she volunteered to put me through what she called 'desensitization therapy.' The first time, she told me I needed to learn to control my emotions, so she locked me in a noisy bar's storage room for an entire night. The second time, she said I needed to overcome my tactile sensitivity. She drenched me in ice-cold water and forced me to stand in the freezing wind for three hours. Alex was present every single time. Each time, he told her, "Thank you for all your hard work, Emily. I know how much you're doing for her." Then came the banquet, where she poured an enti

Catherine died instantly in the attack. I fought desperately to drag Ethan and his father from the twisted wreckage. His father fell into a coma, while Ethan's spine was damaged—doctors said he had only a 25% chance of ever being able to shift again. Victoria disappeared right around that time. She even broke up with him via text message. 【Ethan, my family has arranged for me to study advanced healing techniques in England. I think we need to reconsider our relationship.】

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.”

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

The head Healer turned, panic clear on his face. “This is beyond our medicine. Alaric must be taken to the academy, because he has entered the final mutation phase!” he said. My knees felt weak when I heard that. “There is no solution for the Sword Bearer. He will fully turn into a monster!” the Head Healer continued. “Then what will you do to him?” I asked in fear. The Head Healer took a deep breath, as if it was difficult to say. Suddenly, he pulled out a short silver dagger tucked into his belt.

But the blood-red words were still there, floating right in front of me. 【It's over. The second you step into the advanced healing room, they'll call the Luna's time of death.】 【They're just waiting for you to walk in and be the damn scapegoat.】 【The entire room will cover for the Elder's daughter, Stella. They'll pin the Luna's death on you and call it medical malpractice.】 【BE CAREFUL!】 I gasped, a sharp intake of breath. Stella. She was a healer from my class and the only daughter of Head Elder Harrison.

I would have done the same. Sera came to find me in the late afternoon. She had a page from a record book photographed on her phone. ‘One reference,’ she said. ‘One page. But it’s specific.’ I read it. The moon born Healer. Born once per generation to the bloodline of the first wolves. Marked by silver eyes. Called by moonlight. Unable to be destroyed by silver. Purpose: to heal what pack bonds cannot. To restore what is broken in the blood. I read it twice. I set the phone down. I need some air,’ I said.

The days had passed and Trevor's condition had not improved much, his wounds had healed, but his mental state was still the same. The only thing that had changed was the fact that he was stuck to Max. Not really physically, but he needed Max's pheromones to always be near him.