The Healing Priest Of The Sun Novels & Stories

I moved away from Liam’s side and stood up to properly receive them. “We were attacked by witches at our border." “What have we done to deserve this? Oh, Selene, our dearest goddess, save us from the witches." The head priest mourned, raising his hands and looking upward. The healer was silent but solemn. “They attacked and cast a spell on my Beta here; he is in pain, and you all are aware of the grave danger that befalls him if he is not healed completely by the spell.” They both nodded in agreement. “So that's why I summoned you both to remedy the situation, so first the priest will do a cleansing over him to rid him of any unclean and impure spirit that would be following him, while the h

Every single time. He waits standing next to a large stone slab, a table carved from one of the pillars of the cave. As I approach, he removes his blood-red cloak, revealing his naked flesh, marked with the blue-inked serpent tattoos, spiraling along each arm, weaving into a complex network of knot work across his well-defined back. He turns, and shining in the faint light is a silver torque joined with a simple chain holding three linked charms--the full moon, crescent moon, and dark moon--the crest of the priesthood of the triple-faced goddess. The triple-faced goddess is our Sacred Mother, goddess of magic, motherhood, and rebirth. I can see every blessed inch of him, and I feel my body t

*Roxy* One year later. The sun spills through the windows of the healing cottage, dappled light warming the woven rugs and shelves of herbs. A breeze stirs the drying bundles above the hearth. It carries the scent of lavender, thyme, and sage. I sit on the low stool near the back wall, brushing out my hair with fingers slicked in oil. The strands shimmer faintly, like moonlight caught in motion, as they always do now. A year ago, I was still learning what it meant to lead, to love, to live freely. Now, I’m something more. Still Luna, still Leo’s mate, but now something ancient and revered: a healer; my gift from the Moon Goddess.

Her eyes locked onto Thane's, shining with a deep, unspoken understanding that seemed to transcend words. As River's hands continued to weave their gentle, glowing pattern on Thane's skin, the air around them began to vibrate with an otherworldly energy. The candles flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls as the incense wafted through the air, carrying the sweet scent of sacred herbs. The ritual, passed down through generations of Luminari healers, was a sacred and ancient practice. It was said that the Luminari had been chosen by the gods themselves to wield the power of healing, and that their touch could awaken the deepest, most profound forces of nature.

Rum was immersed in his reading, which was a good thing, so I decided to continue minding my own business. Let’s see… this is the same scroll that Elena picked out for me back at the White Crown castle—manor—whatever. The scroll unrolled to reveal the same passages that I saw a few days ago and this time, they were being captured properly—earlier, the sentences felt like what I would see in an F1 racing car. It says that the born healer possesses both the abilities earned by the made healer and the ones gifted by the deity’s light; the former guides the essence of the deity’s creations to procreation, protect, and prolong, while the latter guides the preservation of the light within the deit

She blinked at the Healer, even though her face was a bit blurry. Outside, the sun was shining clear. Even shafts of sunlight strode into the windows, bathing her in golden light. And when that light hit her form… “She looks like the sun incarnate herself,” the same Healer gasped, muttering another prayer to the Moon Goddess to spare her from Sasha’s fury. But Sasha’s fire burned even brighter, even the shadows that dim some part of the dining hall ran away as her flame glowed and glowed and burned and burned—

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

Cora and Luna immediately run toward him. "Kira. Kira. Please open your eyes." Cora is slightly tapping his son's face. As he is not responding, she started to hug his head, scared that she will lose her son. "I call upon the power of the moon and sun. Heal this child and keep him from harm." Luna held Kira's hand as she whispered her prayer. Green light from her hand traveled toward Kira's body. He eructed black smoke from his mouth, and then his breathing stabilizes and the color started to come back.

'Dolores inferni circumdederunt me deam talem die plenae lunae reversurus est lava me servum tuum et lux renasci. I recite it loudly, my spell cast chant taught at such a young age by the clan healer. Carefully, and clearly, as the light infiltrates my very soul, invoking my moon god to rejuvenate all my powers. Filling me up and bringing me back to feeling as though I have awoken from a satisfying sleep.

She stood near the podium in her cap and gown, a bright smile on her face as she chatted and snapped photos with her classmates, completely oblivious to the figure standing near the campus gates, watching her from afar. A year ago, when Alexei had finally woken up from his feral state, Novel hadn't. Devastated, he had blamed his foolishness every single day for her comatose state, mourning day and night as her body lay still. Then, Alpha Dex from the Crystal Moon Pack had arrived with an ancient priest who possessed the power to help Alexei save her. “I’m paying what I owe,” Alpha Dex had said simply when Alexei thanked him. The priest had performed a sacred ritual with Alexei seated in the