Novel & Cerita How To Live As An Unlicensed Healer Chapter 1

And I quickly read it, my ancestors knew there was a disease that the hunters used to murder the healers, but they didn't know what it was and how the healers would get it without even noticing it. I was disappointed, for I thought my questions would finally be answered, but it's not. I took Richelle's book, and my eyes moistened as I remembered how she looked whenever she held this. The book was glowing when I caressed the leaf logo on the cover page. ‘Richelle, what did you write here? Are you a healer too?’ I opened the page, and I saw Richelle's name carved on it; I was dumbfounded when beside Richelle's name was Lycan Hector Sergio's name.

By noon, I’m dragging my feet as I head back when I notice a group of packmates bartering herbs and oils for money in the alley. 'You could do this too,' my wolf whispers faintly. Her voice startles me—it’s the first time I’ve heard her in hours. 'Do what?' I ask quietly. 'Learn from the healer. Traditional medicines. And then let packmates come to you for medicine.' The idea settles deep in my gut, warm and buzzing. Maybe… maybe this is my path back. Not the Alpha’s daughter. Not Jason’s ex-wife. Just Stacy. A healer. A mother. A survivor.

He paused for a moment and then shrugged, “I’m a healer, my work starts once an Alpha returns injured. Then ends with their recovery. That’s it.” I raised an eyebrow, “You can wander corridors, overhear whispers, and even hang out with the Alpha instructors. I guess, you do have some power being a healer who can get close to everyone, you get to know their secrets and even trials.” He gave me an amused smile. “It’s true. Healers see more than they speak. But I’m not here to gossip. However, I will tell you this time,” he gestured for me to sit down. As I let him address my bleeding wound he was satisfied and asked, “So what do you want to know?”

“So I have it now?” “I believe so.” “Wow.” My eyes stared in disbelief. “We are one.” Melissa whispered, “In our fullest power.” My lips curved into a smile, I shot at the spiritual healer. “So what do I do next?” ***** “Is that the last of them?” I asked Mary. The maid nodded, her eyes bulging out of their sockets, “Luna, can you teach me how to do that?” I stopped mid-healing, the glow in my eyes stopped, my fingers returned to their pale loose ends. “I can't teach you. It's something I was… born with."

"I can only do that due to my circumstances. I'm under the community's watch, so my magic is limited." I creased my forehead as I noticed that her statements contradicted each other. "You're with the community. Then how could you also work with the rogues?" I didn't understand. "T-They trapped me." "Trapped you?" She gave a hesitant nod before resuming her story. "I'm a newbie for healing craft, and the number rule for a healer is we cannot choose who to help, even if it's a rogue. That said, if a rogue comes to me and asks for my help, I will assess my patient and decide the kind of treatment I give them." She paused to take a breath. "And it happened. A rogue came to me while I was in the

“In his letter, Killan wrote about a deadly disease currently plaguing Shadow Crest Pack. They have tried all manners of remedies. None of his healers, and even the neighboring healers, have been able to find a cure for this disease…So he decided to write to me because he heard about you, and he needs my help. He needs your help.” I didn’t know how to react or even the right words to say. My mouth fell open, and I covered it with my palm. A deadly disease in Shadow Crest that no healer could heal? That was ridiculous. Shadow Crest had the best line of healers. Everything I knew, I learnt from that pack. Even though I inherited my powers from my maternal lineage, I got my basic knowledge from

The handwriting is elegant, curving like wind-carved vines. "My dearest cub, If you're reading this, then your heart has found its twin. Good. The world may still be cruel, but you are not meant to walk it alone. You carry within you a gift, a dangerous one, and a sacred one. You are a Healer. Not of the modern kind, but of the old ways. You can sense sickness and sorrow in others, draw it out with your touch, or your tears, or your needles. But this gift comes at a price. You must never let those without soul try to control you. Love deeply. Choose wisely. Let your heart lead, it will protect you better than any spell I could cast. You will remember me, when the time is right. I have buried

she said. “What?” He raised his brows but smiled inwardly. He got what he wanted. It was getting clearer and clearer every day. It was getting better. He would be able to get Lily by the end of everything. “What is a healer?” He had to feign innocence. As if he didn't know shit. “A healer is someone that can heal. I can heal anyone and anything if I want with my blood.” “Really?” He raised his eyes and Lily nodded. It was what she could do. It was her gift. A gift that was now affecting her life. It was getting harder to conceal the gift. Harder to keep secrets. She sighed.

The distance was small, almost imperceptible, but enough for Seara to notice it every time. [He's keeping his distance because you're indifferent to him.] whispered Arach. "I don't care," Seara replied silently, even though her heart beat a little faster every time she saw Austin from a distance. That night, Austin approached her in the practice hall. "Have you ever taken a Young Healer class?" he asked casually, as if it were a normal topic. Seara shook her head. "Not yet." "There's a session tomorrow morning. Basic non-dominant healing. You'd be good at it," he said. "If you want."

“Don’t you know curiosity killed the cat?” He gestured at me on the bed. “See, where your curiosity brought you. Now you’re sick, and nobody here fucking knows how to heal you.” Cassian’s anger scared me more than the danger of delayed treatment, as Carla, the only Lunaris healer, was in the Ember Howl Pack. I shrank back against the pillows, pulling the covers up to my face as if they could shield me from his anger. Then I let out a soft, pitiful meow and glanced at him with wide, puppy-like eyes.