Killer And Healer Novels & Stories

“You brought her.” “I didn’t think she’d be worse.” “I’m standing right here,” Keiral snapped. “Also, I’m your healer now, asshole. Watch your tone or I’ll give you a hernia.” I crossed my arms. “Wait—you’re the pack healer? What happened to your teacher gig?”

Khai drawing a breath do sharp it must hurt. “You can heal people?” Dr Knight asks me. “Yes,” I tell him. We stare between one another for a disturbing moment. His eyes worried, concern masking his features as he tries to mask his worry for what people might do to me when they find out I’m a healer. But the problem is he doesn’t know the other side of me that I feel running deep through my veins. M the opposite side of me that can kill just as easily as I can heal people. The part that could take a soul with the click of my fingers no doubt.

Kieran said quietly. "You make it sound like there'll be more." "There will be. Unless we stop them first." I stared at him. "How many have you killed?" "Enough." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I can give you right now." I touched the knife in my side. It hurt, but not as much as it should have. "Am I healing?" "Faster than normal. It's part of what you are now." "What I am," I repeated. "A killer."

When diplomacy failed, when whispers in dark rooms grew teeth, when threats didn’t listen to reason—Khael made sure they never spoke again. He had a code, yes, but not the kind you’d pin to any knight’s crest. Khael’s morality bends and folds like smoke, curling around his own sense of right and wrong, never quite fitting anyone else’s mold. He kills when he must, never for pleasure—but always without remorse. And then, just as effortlessly, he heals. That’s the contradiction of him.

These men that moved to start their own chapter in Kanla are the most sort out killers in the fucking world. Killer alone has eight thousand confirmed kills. Spade is the best in close combat, while Knight is our long-distance shooter, he can make pretty damn any shot. Zero is our all-round man, and best tracker we've got, he aces every fucking aspect of a perfect killer. Too bad the fucker wants to waste it mooning over Beggar leaving him and not finding her. It'll make my job much simpler if Zero got off his fuckin' ass and helped but Prez's orders were to leave the brother alone.

Granted, he has been training since he was a youngling, and he is still ranked the undefeated champion in all the Galaxies for twelve earla years straight now. “Are you threatening me, brother of my mate?” He quickly removes his favorite dagger from the inside of his combat boot and slams it on top of the table, causing it to rattle beneath his strength. Eight of my warriors slowly approach us, and I hold two fingers up, with a smirk playing on my face. The advantage of being a healer is that I heal promptly with a lick of my tongue. I'm the kindred you will find huddling in the corner of a room, licking my wounds, getting ready for another round while my enemies are on the verge of dying.

He didn’t think so. There was something else going on. He just couldn’t tell what. Either the moon goddess had some big plans for him and Dhara or she was merely getting a kick out of his pathetic circumstances. Pathetic because the one woman he and his wolf agreed upon—wanted nothing more than to just claim her—was neither their mate nor someone they could mark. Healers were never known to be mated to anyone. They lived a solitary life. They were powerful but they were alone. It was just hard to say if that was a curse or a blessing.

As soon as it opens, he shoves me inside, "What the fuck, Lunanci? You can't go around saying you're a fucking healer." "But I am," I fight and push the button for our floor, "Or, at least I want to find out if I really am." "Well, don't. Healers aren't an everyday thing, dude, they're like... like, not common at all. You'll attract unwanted attention to yourself," he spits rudely and shakes his head, "Don't talk to people without me present, okay? You're going to get yourself killed faster." "Okay, Sir," I reply sarcastically and step out of the elevator when the doors open again, "I was just making conversation."

Ryder and the brown wolf were able to kill a large number of the rogues, though some managed to escape, pursuing Elaira. Lain fell to the ground, gasping for breath as he could not hold on any longer. Slowly, the two wolves approached him and turned into their human forms. The fur receded and bones reshaped. The black huge wolf was revealed to be Alpha Kayden, the legendary Alpha, feared by all for his cruel rule, while the brown wolf was his beta, Magnus. “Take him to our pack and have him treated,” Alpha Kayden commanded his beta, then turned to Lain. “Now I owe you nothing.”

Killian’s frown deepened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at me like I’d just said something that didn’t quite make sense. “What do you mean, Dahlia?” he asked, his voice low but edged with curiosity. I let out a slow breath, already knowing this wasn’t going to be the kind of explanation I could rush through. “I mean,” I started, meeting his gaze, “I’m a healer wolf, Killian. It’s not just some side thing I can turn off when I feel like it—it’s who I am. My purpose is to help wolves in need, to heal them. Just like a warrior wolf can’t sit around doing nothing in fear that their claws will get dull, I can’t go too long without… expelling my energy.” He tilted his head, his brows fu