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“The Healer, The Killer, The Retriever and The Provider.” The goddess chuckled. “I’m happy I chose you as the guardian. You are smart. And yes, you are correct. One of them will have the title, The Killer, one, The Healer, another, The Retriever and the last one, The provider. “According to their titles, The Killer, you can tell will be the most dangerous of them all. The killer will be given the gift of killing just as fast as you can blink your eyes. Then the Healer, according to the name will receive the gift of being able to heal. The retriever, according to the name will be the one to receive the gift of being able to retrieve captured wolves all around the world and find a place for th

“How can you love me? After all I did to you?” “I must be some special kind of stupid,” she jokingly delivered but instantly sobered when she caught the tormented look in the green depths. “What’s wrong?” she asked in an alarmed voice when faced with such raw anguish. Dev shook his head, opening his mouth before swallowing hard and repeating the action, his distress acutely prominent. “How can you love a monster like me?” he whispered hoarsely; his tone so stricken with the horror his words provoked that there was no doubt the compunction was genuine.

But as far as I know, Victoria and Felix were clueless. “You’re wolfless?” With how their eyes immediately looked at me with pity and worry, I just shifted my gaze away. This is what I hate the most; being treated as if I’m an outcast who’ll die any minute now. Although I kind of get why Victoria and Felix were surprised to find out I’m wolfless. Because how could a wolfless she wolf be so good at healing, right? It was as if I’m so good at something that I don’t even have an idea how it works to begin with…because I can’t ever heal on my own.

It says that the born healer possesses both the abilities earned by the made healer and the ones gifted by the deity’s light; the former guides the essence of the deity’s creations to procreation, protect, and prolong, while the latter guides the preservation of the light within the deity’s creations. I straightened my back on the stool, to stretch out the kinks. So, in other words, the born healer can cure a werewolf’s body from all sorts of injuries and illnesses and keep the darkness away? The darkness… … the dark whims? A surprised revelation swivelled my face down to the same passage. As my eyes read through the same line over and over again, I tried to grasp the logic behind what it wa

She was quite older too. After consulting Valerian and Andromeda, who I was getting to learn was a fountain of knowledge when it came to things like this, we learned that I was a Healer. An extremely rare breed of female wolf shifters said to be direct descendants or blessed by the Fates with the power to heal any fatal wound.

I have to talk about my past once again to get people to know me and everyone is always fascinated by a healer. By the end of the day, I'll be known by everyone and that's worse because I'll only know by the end of the day if it's a bad or good thing. Will the boys want me for my looks? My body or because I'm a healer? Will the girls hate me because of the attention I'll get from the boys? I will only know later. Healers are extremely beautiful creatures because everyone likes to look at a beautiful specimen to feel at ease or whatever. Healers can also be known as sorcerers. We prefer the term healers because we use our powers to heal ailments and to bring peace in the pack upon the alphas

There was no way a Monster who was living off literal Mana Crystals wouldn’t have Skills. To prepare himself for what was to come, Rey activated his [Safe Haven] Skill. “Now let’s see—” ~WHOOOOSH!~ The Monster growled angrily as it shot from its position, lunging straight at Rey. “Haha! That’s more like it!” Rey's grin widened with excitement as he watched the creature rush towards him. His heart pounded in his chest as the beast closed the distance rapidly, its speed and power increasing exponentially, but that wasn’t all Rey wanted to see.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

he starts to say. Sam, Jack, and I stand a little taller tensing up as we hear the words trickle from the doctor’s mouth. “What do you mean?” I ask him. “Only that the healer is a red head and to be cautious around her,” he replies. “Why?” I ask him. I needed to know what was being said about the healer. “Because she’s using black magic to heal people. You can’t trust her,” he replies like he actually believes what he is saying.

The bell for morning classes chimed again, a second, more insistent peal that cut through the profound silence in the secondary practice yard. Bima stood tall, the faint cerulean mist from his fingertips dissipated, leaving only the clean, crisp air and the undeniable proof of his advanced restoration spell. Renn, his arm completely healed, stared at his blemish-free skin as if it were a foreign object. Lyra, the agile girl who had caused the injury, had her hand clamped over her mouth, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and dawning respect.