K Healing Novels & Stories

At the same time, she desperately hoped her performance would move me enough to willingly sacrifice myself to prolong her worthless life. "Naomi Sutton." Her body stiffened when I addressed her by her full name. "I can give you my kidney." Both women visibly relaxed, as if a great burden had been lifted off their shoulders. But I caught the flash of delight in their eyes that they failed to hide in time, and it burned my eyes. "But I have a condition." Even before I finished speaking, the two women eagerly nodded, seemingly afraid that I'd take it back. "Go ahead and tell us, Caleb. We'll do whatever you want," Zoey swiftly replied, her voice sweet and tender. "No matter what your condition

"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.

Master Howton had deliberately recited it aloud to let the Acker family know that he would use his profound power to send Keith to his afterlife. Quinn was terrified. She had not expected Charlie’s Healing Pill to fail in saving Keith. She also blamed herself for arriving late. If she had come earlier, she might have been able to help Keith. Maybe there would still be hope for the old man. As it turned out, she might have overestimated the Healing Pill’s effect. The medicine would not reverse age, making a man younger by two decades. Even so, it was an extremely strong and effective medicine in saving lives. The Healing Pill was named for its ability to bring a person back from the verge of

Victor Vane. Tucked into the corner of the photo was a digital note, written in that sharp, elegant cursive: “The Master Key was a beautiful prototype, Julian. But Zurich is where we build the Lock. See you at the 300-level.” The gold hum in my arm spiked for a fraction of a second—a warning. The "Healing" was complete, but the "Hunt" had just moved to a global stage.

Celia began softly, her voice raspy, “this place… It’s suffocating you. Every hallway whispers Zayn’s name, every glance reminds you of what could’ve been. You’ll never heal here.” Jada’s eyes dropped to her hands. The ache in her chest deepened. Celia reached over, her thin fingers curling around her daughter’s wrist. “Go abroad. Enroll in one of the programs I’ve been arranging for you. Leave this weight behind. Start fresh.” Jada’s lip trembled. “And leave you?”

"Some kind of wolfsbane derivative, but it's been modified at a molecular level. It's attacking his shifting ability." "Wolfs—" Sarah cut herself off, eyes widening as pieces clicked into place. "Emma, what aren't you telling me? What is he?" The patient seized again, more violently this time. As Emma fought to stabilize him, his head turned toward her. Recognition flickered in those pain-glazed eyes, followed by desperate urgency. "Healer," he gasped, blood staining his teeth. "Alpha Kane... they got him too. Rochester warehouse. You have to—" His words dissolved into a wet cough that sprayed crimson across his chest.

“What’s that?” The healer sighs softly, her expression calm but unreadable. “A mixture of herbs to steady your blood and nerves. You’ve been through a lot. Your body is trying to adjust. You’re the future alpha; I won’t do anything to hurt you.” Kieran takes the glass with shaky hands and brings it to his lips. The foul smell flows through his nostrils before it’s on his tongue, and it’s bitter, but as soon as it burns down his throat, he lets out a violent cough, and blood splatters on the floor.