Novel & Cerita Supernatural Healer

Since entering Zachary’s world, Serenity realized she was introduced to a lot of unfamiliar things and people. As expected, she lived in a simple world before. “The miracle healer is a highly skilled medical doctor. We don’t know his name. All we know is that he is a genius doctor. He doesn’t work in the hospital or a health center for that matter. “He would only see patients of his preference. He won’t even examine if the patient doesn’t meet his personal liking. Nevertheless, he managed to heal the people he examined. That is how he earned his name. “If my guess is right, he must be about my nana’s age. It must be hard for the old man to move around at this age because not much was heard a

I've made an effort to avoid utilizing it in public since I don't want anyone to learn about it and use my abilities. According to the texts I've read, the most potent healer is born once every hundred years. Additionally, it said that the healer's mission was to purify and stabilize the world. I was sent here to defend and heal. How did you find out? Sophia looked at me with big eyes and a question in her mouth. To persuade them that it was expected. she said, "Don't all werewolves heal? "Yeah, but not that fast." A strong voice roared , "What going on in here?"

At the same time, she is one of the most good hosts that is able to decrease their scumbag points to its recommended level after just a few days of transmigrating. So, her special system gave her the first reward ever; first, the system's ability to communicate for an hour a day, and a bag of salts that she especially chosen for it. “What’s with this Great Healer?" "Could you tell me why I’m affected whenever I’m going near such a person? Does this one have the ability to know my secret of from another world, after all they says this kind of priest something has magical powers,” in which she really don’t believe so.

Especially that her mother Laara had told her of Rozelyn’s stepmother's real identity. Isla sees Rozelyn as the daughter she never had. But, she had only a little access to her life because of two things: fear and not enough power. Compared to vampires, werewolves, and blood witches, healers are just like herbs that grow anywhere but only being paid attention to when one needs them. Healers are just healers, not fighters like werewolves, attackers like vampires, and most especially not enchanters like the blood witches. They are only meant to heal—nothing more and nothing less, amidst the fact that they possess extra gifts. They. Are. Just. Healers.

I am so ashamed that I was born as a healer! First, let me tell you about my clan so you can understand my resentment toward my own clan. Healers are humanoid beings with a superior ability to heal. We are knowledgeable in medicine and apothecary. We know the herbs and simples that can restore vitality, ease pain, anesthetize, and neutralize poisons, and with our varying abilities, we can divine a being's state of health or sickness. Pre-awakening healers are just skilled at creating medicines, but once our major powers awaken, we can heal anyone with a single touch or command, depending on how huge our awakenings are.

There would be no room for self-doubt. Discovering that I’m a good healer started after my teenage years. The first person I have proven my ability to was my father. Being a Beta, he always went to fight and hunt. And when father told everyone my ability, no one believed him or even wanted to be treated by me. My goal was to help, but they saw it as a threat. Two hours had passed and still Donna hadn’t gone back. I kept peeking through the window, but all I could see was how everyone was busy, happily arranging the place for the celebration of Samuel’s second marriage with Alice.

You killed that elderly corporate spy because the information she'd swallowed could be sold for a fortune. "You think you're some kind of cleaner? Bullsh*t. "You're just a robber who hides behind a slogan about cleaning up trash while satisfying your psychopathic urge to kill." Stella burst into laughter from the mud. "Robber? Psychopath? Mark, do you think I was born wanting to become this monster?!" She suddenly twisted around and fixed her gaze on Summer, who was still sitting on the ground. "Twelve years ago, my mother was the city's chief medical examiner!

I turned around and pulled my shirt aside, revealing the mark on my lower back. “I don't have a wolf. All I have is this mark that appeared the night I was supposed to shift...” “That’s the sacred mark,” the guardian cut in. I turned back immediately. “Please... can you tell me who I am?” It looked at me as though the answer were obvious. “Of course. You are a Healer, a descendant of Velmora. You carry the blood of the Great Healer within you. The power to heal flows through your lineage. That is why creatures such as myself serve your kind.”

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.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead while he struggled under Sam’s detective glare. “Best we involve a healer then,” Sam stated, turning around to face me. Healers are witches who dedicate their lives to healing people who were harmed by other witches. “Let’s not run into that immediately. I will run some tests to see if I can find something to work with. If it doesn't work out, then we find a healer.” The doctor explained. “Alright then, I will keep in close contact with you. You are free to do your job.” Sam dismissed the doctor, who simply nodded and walked out of the room.