Alchemist Healer Novels & Stories

“He will be. He's an Aldean Healer. Anyone know what that is?" “We all know what a healer is," all the men scoffed except for Dyllen who was staring hard at Linus as well as Trace, but then the purple haired beta has always been quiet. “Not just an ordinary healer. An Aldean Healer can heal with their own energy. It's a rare Diyari that is trained by the Circle of Healers in Aldea," Trace spoke up, surprising everyone with his soft words. Trace turned his thoughtful attention to Skye. “An Aldean Healer saved my mother when I was a boy. You did the training?"

Power source: Moon and Music. *** “Hmm. Interesting profile. Never heard of a demon using music to heal,” I mumbled. “Yes, Alpha. That’s exactly why this kid caught my attention,” the healer said, showing me videos of his healing sessions where he used music to heal patients and effortlessly detected spiritual injuries even advanced diagnostics missed. “Azum, was it? Just Azum? He has no family name?” I asked. “Uh… n-no Alpha. He is an orphan,” she said. Frowning, I stared at his photo. Half his face was hidden behind his glasses and the curtain of dark fringe.

Ryder and the brown wolf were able to kill a large number of the rogues, though some managed to escape, pursuing Elaira. Lain fell to the ground, gasping for breath as he could not hold on any longer. Slowly, the two wolves approached him and turned into their human forms. The fur receded and bones reshaped. The black huge wolf was revealed to be Alpha Kayden, the legendary Alpha, feared by all for his cruel rule, while the brown wolf was his beta, Magnus. “Take him to our pack and have him treated,” Alpha Kayden commanded his beta, then turned to Lain. “Now I owe you nothing.”

"Let's get to it. What are the terms of this... alliance?" The next hour was spent hammering out the details. Territory divisions, spoils of war, command structure—it was all tedious and predictable, the kind of conversation I had mastered long ago. I let Darius and Sylas argue over the finer points, playing mediator when necessary while weaving my own web of influence. "The human healer," Sylas said suddenly, breaking the flow of the conversation. His dark eyes locked onto mine, sharp and calculating. "I've heard whispers about her. They say she has unusual abilities."

The younger healer looked at the recipes and then looked at me sadly. “To do these mixtures right, you must not only know elementary chemistry, but you must also have notions of magic,” the healer explained, and I frowned. “Simply put, to stabilize everything, you need an empowered healer.” I frowned. “Jhosep is an empowered healer,” whispered another of the healers, and seeing my confusion, he explained. "An empowered healer has living magic, but very little, just enough to help in the processes of healing, curing, and creating medicines. There are very few empowered healers out there; Jhosep is considered an eminence of the field."

Alone. This was pure survival now. Evening came too fast, and the chief healer, Ms. Darkmoon, handed me the tonic. It was a warm, small cup with a specific mixture even I could not identify, no matter how much I stared at it. “Do not spill it, and do not linger.” I took it and walked the corridors toward the Alpha’s wing, just as the healers described. Although now and then, I paused to verify directions from the guards that littered the halls.

"Please, save my fated mate. He's infected with Deadblood." The alchemist let out a harsh cackle. "I can cure him. But how will you pay? My help isn't cheap." I looked up and met his eyes. "I'll give anything to save him." The alchemist looked me up and down. A creepy smile crept onto his lips. "Alright." "As a pureblood, you have the ultimate gift. You have immortal regeneration. You're tougher than most, and you heal faster." "Let's make a deal. I save him. In exchange, you give your immortal regeneration to me."

I ask, already knowing whatever he’s about to get into is probably something I don’t want to talk about. “Your buddy show up lately?” I shake my head. Not as bad as I was fearing. “No. Your healer seems to know what he’s doing.” “She.” I turn my neck to look at him. “Uh?” “The healer who made the talisman is a woman.” “Oh.” Done with the last nail, I walk over to him. “Interesting.” He arches his brow. “You said she didn’t want any payment.” He nods, his gaze shifting to some place behind my shoulder.

So, hearing Zed speak about another healer makes me want to be a little bit curious about what he's talking about and who exactly he is referring to as one of the best healer in the pack. Clearing my throat, I retorted back to him with a disdainful look, “Healer? In this pack?’” I asked in doubt of his suggestions. “Yes!” He nodded his head in affirmation, “There is….” Moving closer to where he stood, I questioned him while still in doubt, “Hold on for a second, Zed. Are you sure you know what you are saying?” “Alpha Alfred.” He leaned his face closer to mine, staring back at me with a defensive look, “I know you are a bit skeptical about what I said but the truth still remains that there is

"Enough! How did I spawn such a brainless pup?! Do you honestly think High Alpha Gali Blackmoor gives a damn about a dirty low-caste healer female?" Sade blinks her tear-filled eyes, stunned. "What?" "Everything he does is for Malek!" Aileen snaps, her voice full of sharp disdain. "Sandra is the only healer whose spirit-herbs can keep Malek’s core from shattering! She is nothing more than a living medicine bottle to him! Without Malek needing her broth, Gali would throw that female to the rogues without blinking an eye!" Sade’s eyes light up with sudden, dark excitement. "Of course! He only protects her because of Malek! If Malek’s spirit core finally collapses and dies, Gali will throw her