Supernatural Healer Novels & Stories

"That if we're foes who are trying to kill his friends, then he wishes us the best of luck. You see, he's quite convinced that we will not be able to catch any of his friends, which was quite plausible." "You agree with him we will not be able to catch them?!" Keron looked at him like he suddenly had his tail chopped off. "Yes, one of them can command people against their wills. Another one can conjure impenetrable shields that I doubt even Keron or Lewtant can shatter. The other can teleport leagues away in a blink of an eye. And the last one is a healer." "A healer," Periuz's voice was in awe. "Yes. A healer with a powerful and uncontrolled radiance," said Prowlaz. "She's definitely blindi

When I am about to perform my proclamation for your gift, I stripped over to something and snatched away your self-healing ability as a she-wolf," Yep, I may be able to heal others,but I can't heal my own, that is why I have been so careful to my movements. "When we created wolves and other supernatural beings, it is a very usual to gift one with the self-healing ability once they finished their first shift," she smiled towards me awkwardly,"I am very sorry about that my child. Thankfully, though, my colleagues decided to make the other half or what we called, mates, to have and can give healing, to their soul mates," I smiled and laugh a little. I remember when Hunter healed me just by a to

she explained thoroughly. I opened my mouth in shock. "A-amazing! But how did you know all this? I mean, there was no other information about that in the books. Who told you all this?" "Well... I used to be an apprentice for a well-known healer who specialized in taming ancient spirit wolves. That's why I know much. But I'm still weak to do it on my own. We need a healer to do it," she answered. "That healer... is he still alive? Where can we find him?"

My father is immediately on the defensive. “That’s not exactly it.” A pause. “Well, it might be it. Zarah is the only healer out there with a high speed healing ability. Her skills in combat are also on par with those of regular frontline hunters. There’s really no reason for her to be in school when she is also more knowledgeable about demons and their types. Your daughter is a genius. It’s like she is born to be a hunter.”

Each shallow breath she took felt like borrowed time. “Stay with me,” I muttered, more command than plea. “You’re not done yet.” She stirred faintly. “You always were… bossy,” she whispered. Relief hit me so hard my vision blurred. “Good. That means you’re still alive.” The healing wing smelled of crushed herbs and antiseptic magic. Healers rushed forward the moment I crossed the threshold. Head healer took one look at Betty and paled. “Put her on the table,” she snapped, already rolling up her sleeves. “Now.”

Kai mumbled, lingering on the page. “I had no idea that there were this many abilities amongst our kind. Why don’t they teach this in school?” Maleigha questioned. Kai shrugged, shaking his head softly as he flipped to the next page. Healers: A wolf with the ability to heal the sick and injured. This ability is incredibly rare. Most healers remain hidden, as they are sought out by other packs. It appears that healers use a small amount of their life force to heal someone who is sick or injured. It has been observed that healing another individual is draining on the subject and oftentimes, they pass out from exhaustion after utilizing their ability. No healer has successfully brought someone

Her eyes were the pale gold of late afternoon light through amber glass, and they moved over me with the particular quality of attention that I associated with people who see things other people don't. She was, Zayden told me, a divine healer. One of the last. I didn't know exactly what that meant. Not yet. But the word divine landed differently than I expected it to — not as a religious claim, not as hyperbole, but as a category. A bloodline distinction, the same way some wolves carried alpha blood or tracker blood or warrior blood through generations. Healing blood, but something older than the ordinary kind. Something that had been nearly lost.

Sally was already thinking of a better way to console her friend, but surprisingly, Martha didn't call her to cry or whine on her shoulders. "I think...I might know of a solution for my brother" Martha said, looking around to be sure no one was closeby. Sally's eyes gushed with both curiosity and confusion. "Okay. What is it?" She asked and Martha took another beady look around. "Last night", she began. "I was going through some history books and noticed there were a set of people called Healers". "Healers?" Sally repeated. "Yes. They are people with special healing abilities and able to cure even the rarest sickness on earth".

It was the first time he looked at me in nearly a week. “I do feel guilt,” I admitted slowly, “but not for something I didn’t do.” He looked so furiously confused, I wouldn’t have blamed him if he used the machete on me at that moment. “Listen,” I urged, shivering, “The man you saw me with was my teacher, Clement. I have known him for years. He taught me everything I know about being a healer and…it was his blood that saved Alan,” I admitted while staring up at him. He didn’t react. “We have had a strictly teacher-student relationship. I snuck out with him that night to tend to the sick homeless people who are experiencing a deadly virus right now. We healed them with our blood and potions.”

She aimed to teach me how to harness it. “A Healer is a vessel for life,” Mora rasped, her eyes locked on the pulsing pain in my right hand. “But life and death are two sides of the same coin. You were denied the coin of matehood, Elara. Now, you will learn to master its edges.” Our lessons began with the very thing Kael had used against me: Wolfsbane.