Killer And Healer Novels & Stories

A doctor jumped out, his scrubs bloodstained, waving a medical chart and yelling at the top of his lungs. "Stop! Everybody stop!" "The tenth soldier! The one whose throat was cut!" "We saved him!" "He's awake! And he's talking! He knows who did it!"

The shock from the mind-link invasion shattered Kael's defenses, giving me an opening. I slipped back into the quarantine room before dawn, not as the proud Elyra, but as a determined, sorrowful Healer. My thirst for revenge had vanished, replaced by the urgent need to save his life and that of his Pack. Kael sat awake on the cot. He still looked weak and confused from the mental assault, but his anger had faded. He regarded me with a deep, unsettling stillness.

Spiky Horn Caierre nodded sharply. Angel Caierre looked sad. “You do not really mean that.” Caierre opened his eyes and stared at the wall. “I do. I hate it. I hate what it does to me. I hate how weak it makes me.” He shifted slightly and winced again. “What kind of healer keeps getting injured?” he whispered. “What kind of assassin keeps saving his target?” “The worst kind,” Spiky Horn Caierre said. “The dead kind.” Caierre exhaled slowly.

"Thank you for accepting our invitation to discuss these serious matters." "Commander," I replied, dismounting from my horse. "I hope we can resolve this situation without unnecessary bloodshed." "That depends entirely on your willingness to cooperate with our investigation." Sena dismounted as well, and I saw Callister's gaze immediately fix on her with obvious suspicion. "And you must be the healer we have heard so much about," he said, though his tone carried no warmth. "I am Sena," she replied with quiet dignity. "Kael's mate and a healer who has dedicated her life to helping those in need."

Others were darker—twisted versions of what I thought I knew, stories that mother had sanitized for her daughter's innocent ears. There were stories of Moon Healers who could mend flesh with a touch, knitting together wounds that should have been fatal, saving lives that the Goddess had already marked for the afterworld... or stop a heart from beating with the same gentle caress, stealing life as easily as granting it. Wolves who could ease a soul into peace, comforting the dying with visions of beauty and light as they passed beyond the veil... or rip one from a body in rage, condemning the victim to wander eternally, forever separated from the ancestors.

He said cutting me off. The funny thing is, I'm a healer. But Healers can't heal themselves but we heal faster that others. Kayden lead me inside the pack house and into the other healers clinic. The old woman great me with pleasure. She's one of the two Healers residing here in SilverMoon pack. Kayden patiently waiting until Imelda finished her work and excused herself. "You need to be ready anytime Adellee. You never turn your back into your enemy." He said.

asked another voice from the back of the room. “Several,” Van assured them. “The Healers are currently all sitting together over here—" she gestured to the group where Jamie was sitting— “but they are assigned to various teams depending upon the possibility of danger. Some of them are more powerful than others, and we will rely on our messengers to send word should a Hunter sustain wounds that need more immediate attention.” There were a few other questions, and once Van was satisfied that everyone was on the same page, she dismissed the majority of the audience, asking the leaders she’d appointed earlier to make their way to the front.

The healing group is the group that focuses on healing their injured or sick members—they are basically a bunch of highly skilled doctors that are only for the group and they are also tasked in making medicines. The other three are assigned in the offense team as the leaders of the poison group, needle group and dagger group. The poison group is the team that specializes in using different kinds of toxins in killing. The needle group is the group that specializes in killing using needles covered with poisons. The dagger group is a team that specializes in killing using daggers or other different short length blades. The men on the other hand had eleven men in charge in the defense group and

Marcus later told me that was the moment I was burned into his memory, becoming his eternal moonlight. Years later, when Alice fell gravely ill and was admitted to the pack's healing center, Marcus and I crossed paths again. He had become a composed and brilliant head healer, his wolf's natural instincts making him extraordinarily gifted at sensing illness and injury. Meanwhile, I was frantically grasping at every possible lifeline to keep my sister breathing. Without my knowledge, Marcus had been covering all of Alice's medical expenses and personally overseeing her treatment, his healing energy flowing into her night after night to pull her back from death's threshold.

Their own way of releasing. Kael trained the fighters. Teaching them to identify shadow creatures. How to protect healers working on anchors. "Your job isn't to be heroes. It's to buy time. Create space. Let the healers work." He demonstrated defensive stances. Coordinated movements. "Work in pairs. Watch each other's backs." Baby guardian surprised us all. During one healing session, she reached out to a volunteer. Touched his forehead with tiny hand. Light flowed into him. Not all her light. Just a spark. A seed.