The Healing Priest Of The Sun Novels & Stories

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S

"The shadow witch will return. Her disciples will destroy everything." I look at him. At the fear and hate in his eyes. "No," I say. "You will be healed." "Healed? There is no healing for me." "There is always healing." I press my hand to his chest. My mark blazes silver. The darkness recedes. His eyes clear. He stares at me. "What did you do?" "Set you free." The disciples are revealed, one by one. Each is brought before me. Each is healed. It is exhausting. The ritual drains me, leaving me weak and trembling. But I do not stop.

He stomped on the floor and threw a punch at the man’s face! However! Puff! A red dragon halberd with red hot energy pierced through Heinz’s stomach! Swish! After that, the man flicked his hand, and Heinz was flung out to the floor, dead! This scene stunned the remaining two foreign disciples! It was the red dragon halberd! He was the Sun God of the Sacred Halls! The Sun God had a notorious reputation within the 12 Sacred Halls of the West. He was Apollo!

His voice, though quiet, was razor-sharp, laced with the kind of danger that made even his most trusted followers hesitate. Dorian stood a little straighter, though the unease in his gaze was clear. "The nurse we sent—our spy—has reported back. She discovered a werewolf in the region with healing abilities. A healer wolf." For a moment, the silence in the room was suffocating. Valen stared at Dorian, his face unreadable, but the tension in the air was palpable. Slowly, Valen leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he considered the information.

I’m about to tell him that I’m glad I could help, when I hear Buppig’s voice nearby. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night A shiver runs up my spine, every hair on my body stands on end and I feel Hera push forward. It feels like electricity, or magic just filled the air. It’s Ailduin’s voice that continues. She will begin to heal He who is broken There is only one Who can heal such pain I turn and look at him. His eyes move from Buppig’s to mine. “The third prophecy. The one we call The Healer.”

My thoughts turned to Adira, Goddess of the Hunt, and her consort, Sirona, Goddess of Health and Healing. I really, really wished she were here. “It will get easier,” Draco murmured, placing a chaste kiss against my forehead. “You released a lot of power, which in turn slows your healing.” Eventually, Draco left to speak to the others and explain what had happened to Jade. After a long kiss that left me a tad dizzy, Azrael followed. Orion remained by my side, hovering protectively though there were no threats in sight. “The Sun Goddess isn’t going to come barging into the bathroom, you know. You can relax a bit.”

He relaxed as I leaned over him, wrapping my hand around. “You may begin.” He looked down at me with a tender gaze at my confident tone. “The moon goddess had many forms, but every creature only worshiped her human form. Everybody knows she mastered every art of magic. Our princess was born in a royal bloodline. They are indirect descendants of the moon goddess himself. It’s easy to reincarnate in the same bloodline.” “Do you know how to cure it?” Rowan asked, interrupting him. “It’s not a disease to cure.” The priest was displeased by his tone.

I put my hand on a patient's arm while murmuring some incantation. Shaaaaaaaa- The injury started to quickly heal while glowing in a purple color. "My, my arm-." The patient started to tear up and cheer while looking at his arm healing. Even some other soldiers and the priests near us seem amazed by my display of magic. It was probably because a magic healer was so rare in comparison to the priest healer. Instead of using divine power and the power of prayer, magic healers use magic and incantation.

I slide my fingers down the side of her face and lean over her as I whisper, “As I place my kiss, I call upon every force I know, The powers within me rise, By the moon's healing rays, and the sun's morning light I call upon spirits of the night flesh to flesh and bone to bone. Goddess, help me heal. And make her whole…”

Audible groans spread across the room as he cleared his throat. “I am the guide of the chariot of gold, child of Hyperion and Thea, the one to bless the day with the sun until night is to come, Brother to Eos and twin to Selene, whom you should be well acquainted with, Lunar Guardian. I am Helios.” He bowed with a flourish. His eyes then met Stacie’s and he was transfixed. Lust filled them and Stacie blushed, trying to look away. She didn’t understand, I knew. She wasn’t 18 yet. Helios seemed disappointed, but tried to keep it to himself. Everyone but my family that raised me, noticed. “Helios, welcome to our humble home. Tonight seems to be one of great blessings.” Alaric cut through the si