Novel & Cerita The Brilliant Healer's New Life In The Shadows Novel

"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.

she purred. "And to your brilliant storytelling," the doctor replied, tilting his glass. “You are such a genius, my dear.” He added. Sheryl leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips as she fluttered her lashes seductively. He was one of her many minions hooked in by her charm, ready to do anything for her without considering the consequences. “You also did well, yours was the icing on the cake.” She said, reclining back against the hospital pillow as she scrolled through the hundreds of messages flooding her inbox.

My eyes were glued to the computer screen while my sister was busy picking out her college choices. I was back! Reborn! Remembering how distant our parents had been in my previous life, I vowed to look out for number one in this life. I was determined to break away from the crazy, loveless family I was born into. I gave Jennifer Scott a chilly glance. "Make up your mind. I'm not going to waste my energy on you." Jennifer, all smiles, was heading off to a junior college in some small city with her boyfriend.

His other hand gripped my shoulder with bruising force. "Shh," he whispered, his face inches from mine. "We wouldn't want to wake the others, would we?" I stared at him with wide, terrified eyes as my vision began to blur. There was something wrong - the edges of everything were going dark, and my limbs felt impossibly heavy. "Sleep now, little healer," he said, his voice seeming to come from very far away. "We have much to discuss when you wake." Then darkness swallowed me whole. ༺༺♡♡༻༻

I had armed him with a bow and many arrows, and as twilight fell, I suited him up in the armor myself. Blood stained the cracked earth as a line of infant spirits stood in formation behind him, each clutching a wooden sword. I had stepped into a world of Haunts and held within me a formidable power. I warned Nelson well in advance, telling him to lead the villagers to safety in the mountain caves. They left with wooden swords planted at the entrance as a ward. Maybe, just maybe, they could dodge the calamity. Now, my ambitions have grown. The hospital that sheltered my brother became my new goal. In my previous life, it had survived the onslaught of the Haunts, and my brother had lived.

She heaved the same breath she had used to steal in the past, but this time she had chosen to throw away a coin she could not afford and keep a life she could hardly bear to hope for. Thorne dropped to his knees near the healer and swallowed his own blood. “You did the right thing,” he said, choking on the words. He had expected gratitude to arrive and instead found only the ragged expectation of punishment. The healer looked at him and reached for his wrist, as if she were not sure if the man at her side was friend or traitor. Liora appeared at the doorway then, calm and terribly bright in the doorway like an unblinking star. She did not rush this time. She walked until she stood by the hea

White petals bloomed across the backs of my hands, beautiful and burning. I healed him... and the magic tasted like honey and iron, sweet and sickening all at once. When I opened my eyes, his arm was completely healed. Not even a scar remained. But I felt hollow, like part of my soul had been scraped away with a rusted blade. The boy stared at his perfect arm, flexing his fingers in wonder. "You... you healed me." "Yes." "But you're the Shadow Queen. You're supposed to be... supposed to be..."

After a while, it felt too much, and I decided I needed a distraction — anything. My eyes fell on the large tv attached to the wall. Maybe something good there would help pass my time, and keep me from thinking about my miseries. But the moment the screen flickered on, regret slapped me on the face... Every channel, every segment, all carried my name as though they had nothing else to do in this world— — ‘Breaking News: The Alpha Supreme had been seen with the intern healer from the Valtherion City Hospital. What's their relationship?’ — ‘Public speculation grows over the mysterious healer, an orphan from Shadowfang…’

I remained wrapped tightly around him, gently shaking my head to reassure him. "Be sure to tell me if your body feels sore at all, okay? What we shared last night was beautiful and perfect, but I won't be able to rest easy if I ended up hurting you in any way," he whispered, his protectiveness making me smile through the sudden tears that welled up in my eyes. He truly was the bright light piercing through my deep darkness. The profound way he cared for me was something I had never expected to experience in this lifetime, yet here it was, completely enveloping me.

“What?” Lucianna straightened her back and bit her lower lip before answering. “The second born, the bearer of the shadow eye, contained an amount of darkness inside him. He died an unknown death and recently, the people of Above found out that the pup sucked the darkness and the father’s life away. The second brother didn’t killed him.” My jaw dropped as I looked at Lucianna and then to Roscoe and I repeated the action thrice. They looked at me as if letting me absorb the words.