Healer Monster Novels & Stories

"That's just a myth." Moon Healers were legends told to pups, rare wolves blessed by the Moon Goddess with extraordinary healing abilities. Not just the practical medicine that pack healers practiced, but true healing — the power to mend what was broken, to purify what was tainted, to restore what was lost. Some stories said they could even heal the bond between mates, strengthen connections between pack members, repair spiritual wounds. But they were stories. Fairy tales. No one had seen a Moon Healer in generations. "It's not," Thorne said. "The line was believed to be extinct. But it's not. Your mother... she was one, wasn't she?"

Settling down beside me, he thudded the book on the coffee table and informed me, "It's the book of Healers. I am sure it has something to do with her being a Healer." Lately, every bad thing happening to Delilah was related to her being a Healer. It wasn't a surprise though. Healers had been one of the rarest creatures in the Supernatural world. Regardless of their race, all the Supernatural creatures set their eyes on the Healer as they could be beneficial in one way or the other. My gut twisted at the thought of vile things that had been done to Healers just to control them and snatch away their powers. Leaning forward, I jerked the book open, "Maybe we can find answers in here."

“Because the smallest often fight the hardest to be seen. She commands the others without trying. She talks to me more—like she refuses to be ignored. She reminds me of you… and of me.” Kaela’s voice whispered through Talia’s mind, low and certain: The smallest is The Healer. And the other two are the Leader and the Destroyer. Talia froze, her breath hitching. “Kaela—” she whispered in her mind, heart thundering. “That… that’s only for us, girl. Don’t speak it again, not yet.” A soft rumble of agreement pulsed back through her. Got you, Kaela replied gently, settling like a shadow at Talia’s side.

I said, swallowing hard, “what am I supposed to do?” “What am I supposed to be doing while I let go?” For the first time, the healer smiled, “You will figure out how to unlock your powers,” he said. “Powers strong enough to destroy the evil in this world.” My laugh came out shaky. “Of course I will.” “The demon,” he continued, unfazed. “Damien.” My spine stiffened. “He is closer than you think,” the healer said. “And he is growing stronger.” Ben cursed under his breath.

Then, her dying in my arms. Her blood on my hands. Her voice calling me... monster. A burning vengeance ignites inside of me, and my eyes snap open. "Impossible—" they murmur. I inhale, and the restraints tremble. "Get away from me," I snarl, my healing ability kicking in. The blade clatters as my chest pushes it out and my restraints crack. My captors stumble backward. "He's regenerating! Stop him! Stop the frequency —" Too late.

Reagan’s POV “The medicinal charm is not just any charm. It’s a plant and it can only be found in the land of the monsters.” The healer stated, glancing around as she said the last words. “Monsters? Like the blood suckers?” Amoux and the healer’s sister were the first to react before I squinted my eyes. I just knew the story was going to be messed up. Why can’t she form another lie? Who in their right mind would go to the land of the vampires?

Ryder and the brown wolf were able to kill a large number of the rogues, though some managed to escape, pursuing Elaira. Lain fell to the ground, gasping for breath as he could not hold on any longer. Slowly, the two wolves approached him and turned into their human forms. The fur receded and bones reshaped. The black huge wolf was revealed to be Alpha Kayden, the legendary Alpha, feared by all for his cruel rule, while the brown wolf was his beta, Magnus. “Take him to our pack and have him treated,” Alpha Kayden commanded his beta, then turned to Lain. “Now I owe you nothing.”

he came here to ask for a cure to his sleeplessness not to listen to stories of Lycan and his useless brother Claus. “ she has come “ the Sharma stated. who has come? “ the one to finally grant the goddess her wish after thousands of years. the moon has chosen her to birth heirs for Lycan.“ Kaliel sighed and sheathed back his sword, at this point he was convinced that not only was the Sharma fake, he was also mad and might need to be cured. he watched the old Sharma dance about and chant some ancient tongues happily, conversing with beings only he was able to see.

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

“Summon your silver-blue moonflames, Luna. Only tendrils of them, enough to cover the mouth and tongue,” the Healer ordered gently. “Uhm, how is that going to help?” “It’ll freeze to ashes the trace of blood magic on His Majesty while my healing magic will heal what the blood magic has done to him.”