Supernatural Healer Novels & Stories

he came here to ask for a cure to his sleeplessness not to listen to stories of Lycan and his useless brother Claus. “ she has come “ the Sharma stated. who has come? “ the one to finally grant the goddess her wish after thousands of years. the moon has chosen her to birth heirs for Lycan.“ Kaliel sighed and sheathed back his sword, at this point he was convinced that not only was the Sharma fake, he was also mad and might need to be cured. he watched the old Sharma dance about and chant some ancient tongues happily, conversing with beings only he was able to see.

she said. “What?” He raised his brows but smiled inwardly. He got what he wanted. It was getting clearer and clearer every day. It was getting better. He would be able to get Lily by the end of everything. “What is a healer?” He had to feign innocence. As if he didn't know shit. “A healer is someone that can heal. I can heal anyone and anything if I want with my blood.” “Really?” He raised his eyes and Lily nodded. It was what she could do. It was her gift. A gift that was now affecting her life. It was getting harder to conceal the gift. Harder to keep secrets. She sighed.

she clarified, shocking the shit out of me. Say WHAT?! “So, I’m practically a siren to werewolves?!” I asked, hoping to God it wasn’t true. But Selena shook her head, laughing. “No, not at all,” she reassured me. “You’re a healer! You can mend wounds, may they be physical, emotional, or even metaphysical. Someone who can’t be owned by any wolf, no matter their status.” She let out a soft laugh, a sound that sounded like a mixture of envy and regret. “You’re not bound by any bonds that bind the rest of us; stuck forever in the role our wolves bring us into.”

Never had I imagined I would meet the Chief Healer himself. The healers are a rare order of gifted werewolves specialized in divine restoration. A gift said to have come from the Moon herself. They are so scarce, so expensive, that only high-standing families can afford their services. And here, in front of me, stands the chief healer. I blink in astonishment. I'd expected the chief healer to be older, slouching. Not whoever this man was. Dorion walks further into the room with the unhurried steps of someone who knows exactly who he is and does not need to prove it.

I whispered, looking into Julian’s dark, tortured eyes. Julian took my hand, his thumb stroking the bioluminescent veins. "The surge didn't just reverse the fans, Elara. It acted as a defibrillator for the dormant 'Sequence 7' proteins in your marrow. You aren't just infected... you’ve become the living 'Antidote Frequency'. Your body is broadcasting the 'Kill Switch' Victor spent ten years trying to hide." "Is that why I can hear it?" I asked, leaning my forehead against his chest. "The hum. It’s not the machinery, Julian. I can feel the servers below us. I can feel the code screaming."

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

“I… I didn’t know. I mean, I’ve healed people before, but I’m not a witch” The woman laughed, low and sharp, a sound that made my stomach twist. “With that attitude,” she said, her eyes glinting like dark glass, “you’ll never be one.” I glanced at Kieran, who lay pale and breathing unevenly, his silver hair matted against the slab. I whispered, almost to myself, “I don’t want to, my powers are killing me” The healer didn’t respond, only continued grinding the herbs, setting them aside in a small clay bowl. She lifted her hands over Kieran, murmuring words I couldn’t understand. Smoke curled up from the herbs, twisting into shapes that seemed almost alive.

"Miss Holmes, Xander mentioned you specialize in psychological healing as well as soul stabilization. Name your price. If you can make Sayer whole again, I will pay it." I gave him a polite nod. "I'm a healer at Sheptran. It's my job to save my patients. I'll do my best." Watching the pup finally settle in my arms, I added, "His breathing isn't fully stable yet. Let's get him to a room and get him settled."

“I can ease his pain—buy him some time—but I can’t stop what’s already spreading through his blood. This isn’t ordinary. This is… supernatural.” She looked down at Dante again, pity shadowing her face. “Whoever this Alpha is—she’s powerful. The last Alpha with this kind of energy was executed generations ago for being too dangerous. After her death, no one ever possessed such strength again. I wonder where this one came from.” Her voice fell to a whisper. “But now… it’s returned.” Luke’s knees nearly gave out beneath him. “So what are we supposed to do?” The healer looked at him with sorrowful eyes. “Pray for his soul,” the healer whispered, her voice trembling. “Because your friend… is alre

I whisper, rolling onto my hands and knees. “See, she’s special,” The large man says, and now that I can see him clearly, he is quite huge… did he have to enter the room going sideways? His eyes are too big for his face, and small pointed teeth stick out of his bottom lip as he sneers down at Jekyll. He grabs him buy the hair, holding him up so we’re looking at each other. “See her? She’s a healer. The Redrock Pack seems to think they can hide behind treaties and territory lines, but this is a new world we’re creating for supernaturals and she’s going to be our message.”