Novel & Cerita Supernatural Healer

"Why are there so few of them, and inept at healing?" "I think the Great Reverence hated that if you have a healer who is powerful that they might worship them instead of him. The only recorded healer that was the strongest happens to be the Saintess. The other are magical beasts who are in tune with healing abilities. Although most of them don't want anything to do with humans... You can begin"

“I saw her wound around her neck healing almost instantly. It was insane I have only ever heard stories that my grandmother told me.” He goes to check the wounds on her neck are completely healed there isn't even a scar. That is impossible to heal that fast. If she is healed, then why is she still unconscious. Dean looks at me, surprised. “I think that you are right that she is indeed a Healer. How is that possible?” “Dean, I don't think that she knows what she is. Why is she still unconscious if she is a Healer she should wake up?” “She probably never even heard of them. She needs to gain all the blood she lost when she is fully healed. She will wake up.”

"We appreciate your help. It’s just that this is all so new to both of us." Kendalf’s silver eyes studied her pale face, seeming to look right through her into her soul. "You are a doctor?" Caitlin shivered. The healer’s voice was incredibly compelling. The man had far too much power. "Yes, I’m a surgeon." A smile curved the healer’s sensual mouth. He was charismatic, but she was well aware that his silver eyes had not warmed in the least. They were cool and watchful. "You are very good. Our kind do not respond well to human healing. But Zendedari was healing despite the odds against it. We are all indebted to you." He said.

To my surprise, he tossed it into the big green fire, watching it melt and disappear. I gasped silently. Whoever they had to be summoning was super powerful. At the height of the flames erupting into a tornado of fire, a veiled woman walked out, tall, with a disturbing air to her, glowy eyes, and a shrill voice. A healer. Not just an ordinary healer but a century healer. “I summoned her for you,” Alpha Gabriel voiced out. “She'll tend to you tonight. I have noticed you haven't shifted since our training,” he commanded.

Yet I also knew she was holding Haylee as she answered, “You healed his dead heart and brought him back to life.” Haylee's confusion was evident in her voice as she said, “How is that possible? Even you couldn't do that, and I’m not even a healer like you.” At this point, my interest grew, and I anxiously waited to hear Flavia’s response. Thankfully, she didn’t keep Haylee and me waiting for long. She said, “You aren’t like me, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t a healer.” One of the other healers muttered, providing the last piece to the puzzle but still failing to make me understand the situation, “You are an Archhealer, Haylee, and if I am correct, you just healed a dead man enough to bring

I asked. “Yes, well that’s a bit more complicated. She gets the gene from my side. Unfortunately, because her mother was human, she does not get the full effect.” “What full effect?” I asked cautiously sitting on the edge of my seat. “She’s a nurse, right?” I nod. “It’s in her blood, literally, to be a healer. For many generations, the females on my mother’s side were all healers. They all had a Genesis wolf. One of the most powerful healing wolves there is. They could bring a wolf back from the brink of death to a hundred percent in minutes. They were very rare and highly coveted by packs all over the world. My mother was one of the last Genesis wolves in the country. Only two others I know

Sienna inhaled then exhaled, lifted her hands like she expected them to glow or burst into flames or something. “I’m a healer.” Even though I’d heard her earlier, but the words still felt strange to my ears. It was almost impossible. Too weird. I blinked slowly. “You mean like… a doctor healer or…?” I knew damn well she didn’t mean that, but I needed her to say it clearly. “No,” she whispered. “A supernatural werewolf healer.” Santiago frowned. “What the hell does that even mean?” “It means what it sounds like,” Sienna murmured. “I’m a wolf. Like Marco. Like Santiago. You. But I’m… different.”

With a finger to her cheek, her gaze pierced into my soul, "The bond will be restored once the destruction magic is eradicated. Spell leaves invisible residues. Healers are whitelighters that can remove the bad and reinstate the good. Therefore healers can repel dark energy. Look....." My eyes followed her fingers to a large white cloud that was to the left. It flickered with brief lightning streaks until images appeared. It was of my ancestor, named Delia. She was channeling her essence to heal someone. It was like being taken on a journey into her mind to understand how to heal someone. It revealed to me that later healers imitated her methods and successfully treated many people, thereaft

It seemed like he felt like it was something out of the ordinary. “What do you mean?” I asked angrily. “I'm trying my best Prince, but this is a bit extraordinary. I haven't seen this before. Maybe it's out of science” the healer said. “Out of science!!'” I roared angrily as I moved around the room. “What do you mean?” I asked as I took a step forward. “It might be something with the supernatural. I'm not saying it is yet, but I think so, I've administered some right medications, but it's not working at all” he said as he stared into my eyes, shaking his head.

And if what he said was true—she couldn’t help but believe him now despite their differences—then was it possible that she was actually who he said she was? That she was the healer. That she had the powers to heal any wound, any sickness in the world. Dhara lifted her hands and turned them to face her palms. She saw nothing unusual. No sign of power or anything unexpected that she hoped to find now that she knew why she had garnered all this attention. But nothing. She found nothing. She noticed nothing new. She was the same, her old normal self, and nothing about the way she looked or appeared to the world had changed.