Killer And Healer Novels & Stories

He died three years later when his cancer came back. Healers were pointless when there was a real emergency. Wolves healed fast, Lycans even faster, but when an injury was bad enough that a wolf’s life was in danger, a healer wouldn’t do much good. They always needed time to centre their energies, but they were handy in cases like Quinn’s. For the first time since Shawn told me, perhaps because I had nothing else to do but think, I wondered why the kings started targeting healers. It wasn’t as if they could walk onto a battlefield and heal warriors on the go. They were perfectly harmless.

Her breath hitched. “That was… new.” He finished unwrapping it, examining the wound carefully. “It’s clean. No infection.” Aria swallowed, forcing her voice to sound casual. “Didn’t know you doubled as a healer.” Kael’s mouth twitched, not quite a smile. “Some of us learned because we had to. Wars don’t wait for healers.” He reached for a fresh bandage from the table beside him. “I’m Nightfang. It’s inbuilt.”

“There’s talk going around the territories. Someone’s been… helping.” “Helping?” I repeated. Raya nodded. “Healing people. From both clans. Anyone who got caught in the crossfire.” That caught my attention. “Isn’t that a good thing?” Kai’s expression hardened. “We don’t know yet.” “What do you mean you don’t know?” He leaned against the bed frame, arms crossed. “Everyone the healer treats swears they don’t know who it was. No name, no face, nothing. Either they’re lying, or the person made sure they couldn’t remember.”

That's who we call Healers. Over time, vampires were controlled and the danger resided away from the werewolf creatures but no one was ready for the next dangers they were going to face. Some male Alphas were not ready to accept Healers as they were above them in terms of spiritual power and strength. By power, I don't mean that those healers were warriors but they were more intelligent, bore the power of healing, and were made to rule. And that was unacceptable to the fragile ego of some male alphas who felt threatened by their powers. Over time, with their cunning techniques, they started targeting healers. Out of those twelve, nine were brutally killed and the other three went into hiding

Kieran POV The Healer is not an evil man, and I hated that Lyra would have such thoughts in her head. This man is like the bedrock of this pack, and my father knows that. He can vouch for this man one million times, and we’ve recommended him to other packs, and he did us proud. He’s been able to keep our pack out of many outbreaks, and we don’t lose our cubs or our population like other packs. The Healer is Dr. Willey, and I’ve grown up respecting that name, so I wouldn’t let Lyra, a new addition to my life, disrupt the relationship between what made me who I am and what is just a phase of my life.

“Tis is always to be here.” “And you are Steve Kane, the challenged.” Grimkeeper said as he like he was certain. Steve noticed that the man’s eyes were stark black orbs with no iris or white. Grimkeeper sniffed loudly. “You smell sweetly of death,” he said it like it was a compliment. “So many lives have died by your hands.” Emma was unnerved by the way the black-eyed man spoke. His voice was familiar but Emma was so confused that she could not place it. “And you are the Healer who also holds death in her hands,” Grimkeeper said with a smile. Emma shivered uncomfortably as she looked into his eyes. She saw…nothing and everything in the strange being’s eyes. She averted her eyes unable to mai

All the healers who participated in the cover-up received severe disciplinary action. However, because they confessed and I spoke on their behalf, explaining they had been coerced, the Council decided on a lighter sentence. Their healer's marks were downgraded, and their packs' territorial resources and neutral zone privileges were reduced.

"Now stop this foolishness and accept that you belong here. This is your new family." I glare at him, shaking my head furiously. "Don't fight me, little girl," he warns. "The last thing we need is another problem." "Then leave me alone!" I yell. "I don't belong here! Leave me alone!" His eyes narrow menacingly before turning back to normal. "Never! I'll never give up on you," he whispers. "You're too valuable for me to let you go. Having a healer gives us an advantage over the other packs. We can heal our injuries faster than they can theirs."

His eyes had gone completely white as his own wolf cried in his mind, looking for an answer from his pack leader. This was the difference between a doctor and a healer. Where the medical profession relied on science and research, healers served as amplifiers for the wolves sharing their hosts' souls. The mere presence of a healer accelerated the healing process of an injured werewolf. But at that very moment, Till, alpha Harry's big red wolf, had disappeared entirely. Every member of the Red Moon could feel the bond between them and Harry eroding in their souls. All could hear in their minds their wolves howling for the death of their Alpha's wolf.

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