Novel & Cerita Killer And Healer

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

The bustling hive of activity didn't last long, within an hour all rooms were sorted. Alissa approached the two Alphas and council members. Alissa bowed her head slightly in greeting, “I apologise, we haven't been officially introduced” the tall rugged Alpha with dirty blonde hair stuck his hand out, “Chris Hunter, pleasure to meet you, Alissa.” Alissa nodded and shook his hand, noticing his grasp was close to bone crushing. Alissa could tell he had been in many fights, his milk chocolate eyes held horrors he had faced. The midnight black haired Alpha stuck his hand out next, his handshake was much gentler, “Finley, Finely Lupus it's lovely to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you o

"Something's wrong! Alpha King Jason, your brother has been seriously injured on the battlefield and has been brought back to the pack for urgent treatment!" "Bailey, come with me, quickly." Jason pulled Bailey along—after all, Bailey had once been a chief healer in her own pack. Jason hoped Bailey could fulfill her healer's role and save his brother.

“Well, I think that I already told you this before, but our witch healers are just like doctors of the supernatural. As werewolves, we have fast healing, but that doesn’t mean that we can heal from poisons or colds all on our own. So, they make medicines for us. The medicine that he applied to you the other day was to help speed up the healing process and also stop the bleeding.” “But the wound disappeared overnight.” “Yes, I know. I just find it odd. Maybe the medicine was just a pretty good batch or it only works that well to humans. Either way, I think I should reward Doctor Kosher for doing an excellent job.” Tyrelle gazed at me with a grin before he continued with his meal. By the looks

I think we need to reconsider our relationship. The pack's board members also seized the opportunity to force him to step down from his Alpha position. That once high-spirited heir had fallen from grace, and I was the only one willing to stay by his side. During that period, he became moody and volatile. Sometimes he'd shatter water glasses in the middle of the night, sometimes he'd roar at the nurses. I would silently clean up the mess and place a bowl of his once-favorite venison stew by his bedside.

“You think it’s him?” “I don’t know,” I admitted, “but whoever’s behind this didn’t plan to end it here.” She nodded slowly. “Then we end it ourselves.” Our eyes met—fire meeting fire. For the first time since everything fell apart, we stood side by side again. Not as broken pieces of what we were, but as warriors ready for whatever came next. Still, deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling crawling under my skin. The healer was dead. I’d heard from a trusted servant that saw his eyes when the life drained from them.

I declared, aware of the dangers and secrets lurking at every corner of my empire. "Yes, Alpha," Thorne nodded, turning to prepare for the journey back to my territory, relief evident in his posture at having clear orders to follow. "The healer comes with us," I added with a sharp voice, not caring if she had a family to return to—in my world, duty trumped personal attachments. She has become Kael's personal healer now, bound to his recovery and my will. I stood aside, hands shoved deep into my pockets as I watched Thorne and his partner carefully lift Kael into their car, treating him like precious cargo that could shatter at the slightest misstep. They would return to their jobs as spies i

the fortune tellers stated as she held Queen Penelope's hands up to her face as if she was reading them. "Twins?" He asked and the fortune teller nodded, "A war? We just restored unity to Odyssey. Why would any twin want to destroy it?" He asked but the woman shut her eyes instantly. "Your story would be rewritten by different people at different times until your successor's healer has been born." "Your words are so unclear, am I having a prince or a princess?" King Kenneth asked, holding his beloved closely to his side as she was gradually regaining her strength.

“You really know nothing of the Night Shadows; one scratch, and you are as good as dead. The deeper your injuries, the faster you die. You don’t try to be a hero when you come across one, you do yourself a favour and run.” I stood there, speechless, thinking of what could had become of Trisha and I if the Shadows successfully caught up with us. I was deep in regrets of what could have been, till Elera snapped me out of it. “Healer.” She said, in a low tone. “What?” I asked. “You taking care of that werewolf victim is the work of a healer. Healers deal with most cases caused by the supernatural. You are a healer, and trust me, you’ll encounter more failure than success. You will watch many pe

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S