Novel & Cerita K Healing

Prince Zaeius called him from the back. He suddenly heard footsteps on the smooth marble floor towards him. "To the royal inn. I'm sending her off," Keir answered making his pace faster towards the royal hall's magnificent hall. 'Besides, treating someone that badly wounded is too much for my beginner's skill.' He's right though. He had only just practiced healing a month ago. How's that possible for him to treat her? Not to mention that he almost lost his life this morning. It's probably one of the most dangerous moment in his life!

“Then come.” We traveled carefully. Every snapped twig made Jeffery’s head turn. Every gust of wind made Kathy’s ears twitch. Stella stayed close to me, whispering, “They’re terrified.” “I know,” I murmured back.When Kathy stumbled slightly, I stepped forward. “May I?” Jeffery blocked me again. “What are you?” It wasn’t asked with curiosity. It was a warning. “I can heal,” I said. “That’s all that matters right now.” Kathy studied me, then gave a small nod. “Do it.”

“Do you not remember the first lecture we had? When I explained healers?” I think back. “Oh—yeah. You said they were extinct.” “Close,” she says, leaning forward on her desk. “High healers are rare. Not gone. They’re individuals with enough innate power to mend any wound—save for death itself—just by will alone. And you, Eldon Thorne, are one of them.” “Me?” My voice cracks, because how else do you react to being told you’re something out of myth? “Yes. That green glow when you heal? That’s the mark of it. Have you always had it?”

"Prepare the primary examination room at once. We will treat him immediately." The healer blinked in surprise. "But the legal protocols—" Seraphina smiled kindly, her silver eyes glowing with gentle determination. "Pain does not recognize geopolitical borders, nor does it care about pack politics. If someone comes to our gates in need of healing... they will receive it." ### The Alpha's Gesture Half an hour later, Killian arrived at the Healing Wing, his massive frame instantly commanding the room, though his arms held nothing more dangerous than a heavy basket filled with fresh, sweet orchard fruit.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I really don't know… I only thought of you because I had no other options left…" I listened in silence while the fury burned inside my chest. She had no other options, huh? After the accident, the doctors had said that my kidneys might have been damaged, and that my family should prepare for the possibility of needing to give me a transplant. At the time, Naomi was found to be a compatible match for me. But in the end, my kidneys were fine, so the transplant never happened. It was clear that this entire thing had been premeditated from the start, so why was Zoey now claiming that she had only just run out of options?

"Hello, you must be Alpha Winner." He nodded. "Yes, hello. I'm Winner, and you are...?" "Selene," she said, shaking his hand. "Yes, I forgot to tell you about her. She's Doctor Selene, the doctor hired to treat my poison. She's the reason I've been getting better in the last few weeks," I explained to him. He nodded. "I see. Thank you for taking care of my sister. I hope she's not giving you any troubles." Selene smiled. "Not at all. She's a wonderful person and makes my treatment easier. She also has extraordinary healing abilities, which help a lot."

The only reason I’ve gotten through this is because of a heel salve one of the Silent’s was kind enough to lend me. “Most of the time. Unless it’s an emergency. And I wouldn’t call it special. It’s just isolated. How I like it,” Kael tells me, pulling a tree branch out of my way. I step under it, smiling at him gratefully. He looks so handsome today under the setting sun. His skin is vibrant and flawless, shadows and colours mixing together across his features. I quickly look away before I look too deeply into his eyes to notice how the darkness of them seems so much lighter here.

Sally was already thinking of a better way to console her friend, but surprisingly, Martha didn't call her to cry or whine on her shoulders. "I think...I might know of a solution for my brother" Martha said, looking around to be sure no one was closeby. Sally's eyes gushed with both curiosity and confusion. "Okay. What is it?" She asked and Martha took another beady look around. "Last night", she began. "I was going through some history books and noticed there were a set of people called Healers". "Healers?" Sally repeated. "Yes. They are people with special healing abilities and able to cure even the rarest sickness on earth".

"Uhm...'cause Shelly might need you during the night and we will need to call you." "Oh that," he looked slightly disappointed, "Mr Champman has my number." "Maybe he won't be around," Kiara stressed. He shrugged before walking back towards Shelly and handing her a tablet, "Take this, it will help your throat," then he turned back to Kiara, "Miss Kiara if there is an emergency which I'm sure there won't be just give the hospital a call." And he walked out. Cindy and Shelly burst into laughter while Kiara tried to incinerate them with her glare. "Kiara was actually trying to flirt," Cindy chortled.