Novel & Cerita Healing His Broken Luna

Not only is it rare but also has a very short duration, ‘I need to kill that lowlife fast, this potion only lasts for 5 minutes…’ After his feet healed, Hyukjin approached Noah swiftly, he was shocked to see his cousin was completely healed as well, ‘not only that girl,’ he recalled what happened to Lola Lebedev, ‘but also this jerk could heal unnaturally fast! Is it because of the power of the sacred tear?‘ Hyukjin was completely clueless about Noah's Luna blessing. *** Soon after he landed on the ground, Noah wiggled his head and then held his broken jaw. The pain from Hyukjin’s punch was still stinging on his cheek. Luckily, thanks to his Luna power, his wounds were soon being healed.

It took time, but after making the first small bowl of the cure, I knelt beside one of the sickest warriors and placed my glowing hands on his chest. He was burning up. Breathing hard. Whispering nonsense. I pressed my hands gently and whispered, “Moon, guide me.” The light flowed from me into him. The mixture started working. His breathing slowed. His color returned. His body stopped shaking. He blinked up at me. “Am… am I still alive?” he asked weakly. I smiled through my tears. “Yes. You’re going to be okay now.” He reached for my hand and squeezed it. “Thank you, healer.”

"Asking for you, Luna, if you're feeling strong enough for one more difficult conversation tonight. I told him it could wait until morning if you needed rest more." Luna nodded slowly, some old, complicated tenderness rising unbidden in her chest at the thought of the man who had broken her heart so publicly and then, in the end, thrown himself without a single moment's hesitation between her and certain, violent death. "I'll go now," she said. "He's earned that much from me, at the very least, after today." She found Damon in the healer's tent, propped carefully against a thick cluster of blankets, his chest wrapped tight in fresh bandages, his storm-gray eyes tired and pain-glazed but clea

Getting a job wasn't part of the plan for Alpha Brentwood when he left his pack to seek a Luna of his own choosing. But after finally finding his true Luna—his fated mate—he'd do anything to get close to her and for her to trust him. Alpha Brentwood got a job at a car repair shop across the road from the gas station where his fated mate worked. With his sharp wolf sense, he could not only see her across the road from the large glass window and smell her, but he could also hear her melodious voice whenever she spoke to the customer, which always seemed to comfort his wolf.

CRYSTAL POV I was shocked into numb silence, my heart raced and was aching, I could feel the heat rise to my throat, and the burning desire to bury my face in my hands and cry so hard urged me. But I had to put myself together, I wouldn’t let them see me fall apart, not now, not ever. What will become of a Luna with no child… It's been years! Their words kept echoing in my head… rewinding over and over and over again, with their croaky voices, and old grumbles that stabbed through my heart like a silver arrow.

She would have fetched a high price for our Uncle. “It saddens me to think what has happened to her parents.” Lugh says to Orla who nods her head at him. “I don’t understand why I’m being spellbound. I don’t know magic, I wouldn’t hurt anyone.” I still didn’t get it. I’m not special. I’m not even strong enough to be a Luna. Brett must have felt my emotions through the bond as he kissed me gently on the lips and whispered. “You are special to me.”

The Moon Goddess wouldn't be this cruel. But she was. And he was. "I gave you everything," I sobbed, my voice barely a whisper. "I gave you my heart, my body, my soul. I left my pack for you. I became Luna for you. I loved you with everything I had." Marcus finished his breakfast and stood up, straightening his shirt like nothing had happened. "I know," he said. "And I'm grateful for that. That is why I will take care of you financially." Grateful. He was grateful. Like I had done him some favor instead of loving him with every breath in my body.

“And he was mysteriously healed. The wound disappeared. The only person that touched him at the time was Luna Sianna as she pressed her hands on the wound to contain the bleeding.” Sianna raised her head to listen in on the conversation. Her werewolf ability would not hamper her from hearing what was said but her mind drifted to admire my chest. Then she twined her fingers into my jet-black hair from boredom. “Alpha, I think it might be possible that our Luna is……. A………. healer.” “Is this conversation secured?” I probed.

“She’s proven it. And if anyone dares call her a threat again, they’ll have me to deal with.” In the corner of the pavilion, Winona watched from the water basin, narrowing her eyes. She saw how the remnants of that emerald green light still shimmered around Seara’s veins. She realized one thing that had almost escaped her, and even the Alpha himself. Seara wasn’t just an ordinary healer who had temporarily lost her powers. The girl had just demonstrated the potential of a Luna Healer, the only uncommon Lycan status. She was still puzzled by the legend of Vis Sanatrix that Seara carried. Seara was also a rare healer, and her healing powers were still unstable. The black mark on Seara’s wrist

I ask, my voice breaking, as I ran a hand over my face. "I need to see him." "You're too late," Luna says, clutching her chest suddenly. "You're always too late." She staggered a bit, her face frowning in pain as she gasped. I reached for her instinctively, catching her as she collapsed against me. "Luna? What's wrong?" I started panicking once more as I realize something is terribly wrong. Her heartbeat is erratic, her breathing labored. "Heart attack," she gasps, her fingers digging into my shirt. "Mate bond...breaking."