All Chapters of The Healer's Bond : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

During Emma’s time studying about magic and medicine, she had come across a topic about dual identities. Everyone of us had a second self, the shadow self. From the moment we are born, this other self comes with us but it lies dormant throughout our lives and we never have as reason to even experience this shadow identity.Emma learnt the hard way from Steve when she came across his Berserker. A raging hulk of a werewolf with a mind of its own. Steve had little to almost control of this Berserker and had even had his soul trapped because of the beast of destruction.Now fear that the same was about to happen to her and she was afraid of what might happen to her. When she and Steve had returned to the ruins of Crystal Fortress, they had met a war waiting for them.This war had come in form of Sophia Laurent who had died by her hand. She was more power than when she was alive and her vengeance had shocked Emma to her core. It was such a sick and twisted thing for her father to do.Long’

The realm of shadows bent itself around Grimkeeper like a loyal dog at his feet. The darkness here was not symbolic—it was alive. It pulsed, breathed, and whispered in a thousand voices. The sky was a swirling void of deep violet and ink-black clouds, streaked with bolts of red lightning that never struck the ground. Time had no meaning in this place. Space bent. The rules of mortality were loose suggestions.He stood at the centre of his citadel; his long skeletal fingers spread over the obsidian stone table before him. The veins of dark energy that ran through the stone pulsed with information—echoes of every moment of Emma’s journey, her battles, her defiance, her choices.She was becoming stronger.Too strong.His ancient face was set in a grimace. For eons he had walked the corridors of gods and monsters alike. He had fed on the grief of broken souls, had risen to power when others fell to rot and time. Yet his own daughter—his blood, his creation—was proving more unpredictable t

Grimkeeper sat upon his obsidian throne carved from the bones of long-dead titans, his eyes glowing with disdain as they swept over the pitiful form trembling before him.The human.Sarah Myers.She had been dragged in by one of his aerial beasts—twisted, winged horrors born of corrupted flesh and shadow. She hadn’t screamed as it captured her. That amused him. Most mortals wept, pleaded, or lost their minds to fear.Not her.She had glared at the beast like it was a minor inconvenience.Now, standing in the cold gloom of his audience chamber, she looked even smaller. Fragile. Breakable.Grimkeeper tilted his head and studied her with the disinterest one might offer an insect they weren’t yet sure whether to crush or keep. His clawed fingers drummed against the side of his black throne, the sound echoing like thunder in the silence.“So this is what they send to fight gods now,” he murmured.

The sun had gone down and darkness had crept over the pack. Steve and Emma were cooped up in his house. Their emotions matched each other. The doctor and the Alpha were deeply worried about the burden that plagued them and were both thinking of the solutions that could help them.“It is very crazy that we are both suffering from similar things,” Emma mused as she pulled a black tank top. She was in matching undies. She felt calmer after she had taken a hot bath. Steve was busy drying himself off with black tight briefs around his waist. The shape of his cock was clearly visible and Emma occasionally stole glances whenever she could.“You are fighting the dark version of yourself while I battle a mindless bloodthirsty beast,” Steve replied as he shook his head in disbelief. “It is like we are infected in with our own unique virus,” he added.Emma nodded as she stood by the window, her hair softened by the water. Steve himself a

The night air shimmered with frost as Marcus stood on the northern perimeter of Sterling Creek, just beyond the reach of the protective moon-radiation dome. His breath formed plumes in the cold, but he didn't notice. His eyes were locked on the edge of the forest where the shadows moved in ways that didn't follow the laws of nature.He was not alone.Behind him, the faint hum of the dome was a reassuring thrum against the silence of the infected world. Inside, the pack was safe—for now. But what waited beyond was something else entirely. Council Elder Weaver's warning rang in his mind. Creatures were watching. Creatures that did not attack. Creatures that had protected the borders from other infected.He had to see for himself.Marcus crept forward, leaving the edge of safety. His boots sank into damp soil, every step a reminder that outside the dome, the world had fallen. The trees here were twisted, corrupted by the viral blight. Bark peeled like old skin. Roots pulsed like veins.T