Supernatural Healer Novels & Stories

"There is a way you stare at people, it is like you want to know how they work or what makes them tick. It's the mark of a true healer—curiosity coupled with compassion." Emma was surprised by the Succubus's perception. Most saw only her power or her lineage, not the driving force behind her healing abilities. "You are right," she admitted, feeling strangely seen. "Ever since I was a little child, I have always been interested in the anatomy of creatures, no matter how odd or different they were. Sometimes, merely looking through them with my wolf sight, I can quickly understand how they function." "It was how you were able to kill the Minotaur in such a terrifying way," Terra said, her voic

Next destination was Luvina. Stephanie stood not breathing as she was given her final examination. “You will be able to fight” the healer said and she wasn’t sure if she should be excited about that or not. It was war, so Supernaturals like her were going to die. Even she stood a chance of dying and there was also the problem. But she hadn’t been able to talk to her father that she knew the Supernatural that were waging war on them. “I see you’re finally better” Skye said.

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

"I'm Roman Blackthorn, Alpha of the Shadowfang pack. And you, little healer, are either very brave or very foolish." "Probably both," I admitted, pulling my wrist from his grip. "Now, are you done with the intimidation routine, or should I leave you to heal yourself?" His lips twitched. "Continue." I worked in silence after that, hyperaware of his eyes following my every move. The wounds were deep, but his supernatural healing was already kicking in. Still, without treatment, they could be fatal even for a werewolf. "These weren't made by normal wolves," I said finally, stitching a particularly nasty gash.

A hush fell over the room. Even the people who had already experienced Claire’s amazing healing abilities themselves watched in awe as the young man’s wrist was magically healed. “Your wrist should be fine now,” Claire told the young man she’d just healed. “But you should go home and get some rest. Healing takes a lot of energy out of your body.” Sabrina was incredulous, her mind racing. How could a useless nanny be a healer? No one had been able to do the things Claire could do since Sabrina’s own mother, the Royal Luna, died years ago.

Nothing had worked. The medicine stopped working years ago. The best healers couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her. No amount of therapy seemed to pierce the haze that had clouded her mind. To Debbie, she was constantly being raped over and over again, constantly reliving that night of horror, and nothing could snap her out of it. But then Kade had heard about the mysterious traveling healer… Silver One. Allegedly, she had special healing abilities that went beyond books and herbs. Some people said she had healed life-threatening illnesses with just a touch of her hand.

The Healer's Network Sister Margot knelt beside a wounded loyalist soldier in the temporary field hospital established under the wreckage of St. Lucia's Abbey, her omega healing energies flowing through hands that worked to cleanse infected sword wounds while her empathic senses felt the spiritual corruption consuming his pack bonds from the inside out.

I asked no one in particular but surely enough, Marcus gave me a response. “I don't know, my exact concerns too.” “I need a healer.” That was the first thought that came to my mind. I needed a healer. Healers are werewolves, born into the art of healing werewolves. We were supernaturals, there was no way human medicine worked on us all the time. Especially when the cause of the injury or sickness was supernatural. “Where do we get one?” He asked, looking as confused as ever. Marcus has been the closest by my side since the day they decided to crown me their queen. But sometimes, he came off as a bit stupid.

The highest position in the supernatural world was in terms of the doctor being called a HEALER. Moon Goddess blessed with that power at power to only to THE best student in the medical field. There were only a couple of healers in the whole world, so that was the demand for healers. Everyone who didn’t want to be a warrior chose their path to become a healer, but most of them just remained as just doctors without any power. “Do you think that I can achieve my dream?” Liara asked. “Think? I’m positive that you will achieve what you want. After all, you’re Haysbert who gets whatever they want.” Colton encouraged her. However, he wasn’t a fan of speaking a lot but anything to motivate his litt