Alchemist Healer Novels & Stories

He decided to put studying Alchemy on the back burner, leaving it up to Verra while he dove headfirst into his Enchantment research. Verra who wanted to be a Combat Mage had found herself the head Alchemist of the guild. She was happy this path was thrusted upon her; she felt that with Xasha the two of them could definitely change Semeria. She had already seen the changes made by her mana and healing potions. However, she was not sure if it was for the best or worse; the fights lasted longer, as warriors would just replenish their spent mana, but also a lot fewer people died.

I followed behind them, slowly, the warm air in the hall clinging to my skin, its smell of mold and old stone. "You went to the Alchemy, yeah?" one of the junior healers greeted after me, her voice a high excited squeak, as if I were meeting a pop star. I waved, glancing down the corridor. "That's completely amazing! Must have been crazy. This way, Ashley," she said, pointing left down a seldom-used corridor. "Any healing school in the region's just an imitation beside the Alchemy. We respect anyone who graduated there a great deal." Thanks," I answered, attracting two guards bowing slightly behind us. The young healers giggled, one elbowing me. "We get serious respect when we roll like this

Why wasn’t it healing? Then it hit me. Back at my ex-pack’s palace, I’d learned that if I went even a week without treating wolves, my healing abilities would begin to weaken. I never understood why that happened, but here it was again — proof that it was real. If I wanted to keep my gift — my career — I had to use it. With that resolve, I made up my mind. I would start healing again today. Determined, I dragged myself into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The warm water soothed my aching muscles. Afterward, I stepped out, wrapping a towel tightly around myself.

An empty room — he stormed into it and dropped Zeil gently onto the bed. “ZEIL!” a voice shouted. It was Lopi. He saw Zeil, limp and pale, being carried on Kael’s back, a desperate, fading flame. He saw Kael’s frantic rush into the room, his face filled with a fear that mirrored his own. Lopi knew, in that instant, that this was beyond the skills of their family alchemists, as good as they were. This was something that needed the most powerful healer. Straight toward Velmor’s family compound.

“Because the smallest often fight the hardest to be seen. She commands the others without trying. She talks to me more—like she refuses to be ignored. She reminds me of you… and of me.” Kaela’s voice whispered through Talia’s mind, low and certain: The smallest is The Healer. And the other two are the Leader and the Destroyer. Talia froze, her breath hitching. “Kaela—” she whispered in her mind, heart thundering. “That… that’s only for us, girl. Don’t speak it again, not yet.” A soft rumble of agreement pulsed back through her. Got you, Kaela replied gently, settling like a shadow at Talia’s side.

I turned around and pulled my shirt aside, revealing the mark on my lower back. “I don't have a wolf. All I have is this mark that appeared the night I was supposed to shift...” “That’s the sacred mark,” the guardian cut in. I turned back immediately. “Please... can you tell me who I am?” It looked at me as though the answer were obvious. “Of course. You are a Healer, a descendant of Velmora. You carry the blood of the Great Healer within you. The power to heal flows through your lineage. That is why creatures such as myself serve your kind.”

He held a glass vial that glowed with a sickly green light. ​"The bond is complete," the figure said, his voice amplified by magic. "Excellent. Now, the blood will be even more potent." ​The Alchemist had arrived. The Alchemist didn't attack. He simply watched. "Who are you?" Rhea demanded, stepping out of the pool, her shift clinging to her body, her eyes burning gold. "I am the architect of your evolution, Rhea," the Alchemist replied. He threw the vial into the center of the Moon-Pool.

And whoever came would choose a Luna from the existing pack to seal the claim. I didn’t have rank. I didn’t have a wolf. I was Linden Briar, the dead healer’s daughter. The pack didn’t overlook me. They looked away on purpose. Easier to pretend I didn’t exist than to think too hard about what I could put in their next tincture. That silence was the safest thing about me. I ground valerian for the sleep tinctures the pack would need tonight. Measured henbane into careful doses for the grief that would settle into body aches by morning. Made myself useful. Let them keep ignoring me.

"You can stay here until you recover." Once the other women left, Beryl turned to the healer. "How did you save me? I was certain I had died." "Lycans are resilient," Althea answered simply. "Your body heals much faster than a human's." Beryl tensed. "You know what I am? Who are you?" "I am Althea, a wandering healer." "If you know I’m not human, and you saved me so easily... are you a descendant of the elves? Legend says that elven blood mixed with humans produces great healers. Is that you?"

Heath's body was glowing with light and there was a green path behind him. It was the principle of alchemy. Severin smiled and nodded, "You're not too bad yourself. I can see you have practiced very well from the improvement of your attainment. Your mana is flourishing as well." Originally, Heath was a ninth-grade alchemist. After he became a half-immortal, he prioritized the principles of alchemy as the foundation of his path to heaven. However, this would only make it harder for him to become a celestial. While Severin was thinking of this, there were more incomings. They were Mona and Cuthbert.