Alchemist Healer Novels & Stories

He said cutting me off. The funny thing is, I'm a healer. But Healers can't heal themselves but we heal faster that others. Kayden lead me inside the pack house and into the other healers clinic. The old woman great me with pleasure. She's one of the two Healers residing here in SilverMoon pack. Kayden patiently waiting until Imelda finished her work and excused herself. "You need to be ready anytime Adellee. You never turn your back into your enemy." He said.

They called her their healer, primarily because she was an expert at making healing potions, but Alric knew, there was so much more to her than just making elixirs. Seeing how Valencia nodded her head, Alric explained to the audience, “Valencia has been practicing... how to enter one’s memories.” “We meant to keep it from everyone until Valencia had learned to master this skill, but since we are already here, in need to prove Alana’s innocence, then she might as well… help us with our predicament,” Alric revealed. Everyone became awed by their Alpha’s revelation, especially learning that their healer picked up such a useful power. “Then, let us not let another moment pass,” Elenor, Alric’s m

"Zebs' a healer, so the tranquillizer you stuck him with was a waste of your resources because the antibodies in his blood destroyed that shit quicker than you could have mumbled the alphabet." Lennox clapped his hands, "Bravo..." He said with glee. "The Alpha King is a healer? Hmmm, no. The plans I had set out for you just won't do anymore." He said as he rubbed his jaw deep in thought. "Tell me alien, is it possible for a hybrid to become a healer too?" THE ALPHA KING continued to sway on unsteady feet as he tried to gain his balance. He rubbed the side of his head as he sucked in a deep breath and waited for the sedative to wear off.

After brief contemplation, he looked at Helvius and asked, “You’re saying you’re injured?” “Yes.” Helvius nodded and said, “My Path Seal has been shattered. Even though I’m a powerful alchemist, I’m unable to refine an elixir capable of restoring my Path Seal. I need a lot of time to rejuvenate.” At that moment, James was reminded of Crucifier, which was capable of healing all wounds. He had no idea whether this would work. After thinking for a moment, James said, “Perhaps we can try to heal your Path Seal.”

With a sigh, he relented. He pulled a syringe and injected the silver liquid into her body. Her recovery ability was much faster than normal vampires, but it was still not enough. She'd receive her awakening of vampire royal bloodline soon. He just hoped that it will enhance her recovery ability. Such a silly little girl, getting hurt every time he met her! As a capable doctor, when the patient was like this, he was also distressed. With a sigh, he held his hand on his chest, reminding himself that he was not really a doctor for like a thousand seventy-ninth time. He was an alchemist.

"I'm just a healer. An omega." The labels I had accepted, the boundaries of the identity I had built for myself — all of it suddenly felt like a lie. Or at best, a partial truth. "No," Ren said. "You're not just a healer. You're the first of a lost bloodline. And the Alpha who rejected you may have just doomed himself." I looked up sharply. "What?" Kael. The unshakeable, cold, perfect Alpha of our pack. The wolf who had looked at me with such disdain, such certainty that I was beneath him.

Her brows furrow as she watches the thin slice of red knit itself back together, glowing faintly green before vanishing entirely. Her puzzled gaze flicks up to me. “Oh yeah,” I say, like I’ve been caught hiding a secret. “That started when I got my wolf back. Apparently…” I hold out my palm for her to see the smooth skin. “…I’m a High Healer.” Her hands are still against mine. “High Healer? As in "High Healer”?” Her voice is low, incredulous, almost disbelieving. “Yup,” I reply, popping the ‘p’ with a small smile. “My Alchemy professor confirmed it.”

I think we need to reconsider our relationship. The pack's board members also seized the opportunity to force him to step down from his Alpha position. That once high-spirited heir had fallen from grace, and I was the only one willing to stay by his side. During that period, he became moody and volatile. Sometimes he'd shatter water glasses in the middle of the night, sometimes he'd roar at the nurses. I would silently clean up the mess and place a bowl of his once-favorite venison stew by his bedside.

His brows were drawn tight not in concentration alone, but dread. Something was very, very wrong. After a long, tense moment, the healer hissed under his breath. “Fuck.” Alaric’s head snapped up. “What?” The healer’s eyes snapped open, glowing briefly as he yanked his hands back like he’d been burned. He reached under the mattress, fingers trembling, and pulled out a charm dark, cracked, pulsing weakly like a dying heart. The room seemed to exhale. “That,” the healer said flatly, “is your fucking problem.”

My head is still fogged, my thoughts sluggish and weighed down by the lingering effects of the Rotbane flowing through my veins, but there’s no mistaking this place. I know this building the way I know my own body. Even if I lost my memory and was brought here, the strong scent of the crushed herbs and acidic chemicals would bring back my memories. “He’s awake,” Kalb’s raspy voice announces. Kalb is the palace’s healer, though some prefer to call her the pack’s doctor. I’ve never liked that term. A doctor treats the body with tools. Kalb does more than that. She doesn’t rely on instruments; she has the gift of mending certain wounds with her hands alone. Helping me survive Rotbane might be o