Banished Healer Novels & Stories

“What do you mean? What happened to the missing healer?” I shook my head, feeling the weight of the words as I said them. “There’s never been a missing healer, Valeria. No information whatsoever. All the known healers have passed on, and we have no idea who the successor is because there’s a possibility that the successor has never used their powers.” Valeria gasped, the color draining from her face. She staggered backward, and I was quick to catch her, steadying her in my arms. “Valeria! Are you alright?”

“I watched him bury his hatred and regret everything he had done to you. It was just, he’s not the best at expressing his feelings. But you’ve got to trust me when I say that you’re important to him.” “Oh, isn’t that sweet?” Both Carter and I were interrupted the moment another man’s baritone voice rang. “Run, Luna,” Carter muttered, but I didn’t move. They were far from the men that were after Samuel and I. Not in an all black fit, no mask. I’m sure they have nothing to do with the Blue Moon pack. “I heard you’re too good to be a true healer. Let’s test your skills today,” the man added before the other three men with him shapeshifted.

"Yours is actively healing curse damage in real-time.” "We already knew that," Kael said curtly. "Ah, but did you understand why?" Dr. Ashford's excitement was infectious despite Kael's hostility. "Miss Sena, your bloodline isn't just common—you're descended from the original lunar healers. The ones who could purify corrupted magic itself." My breath caught. "That's impossible. Those bloodlines died out centuries ago."

“It’s not natural rot, this is inverted magic, it’s healing twisted inside out.” I stared at her and then the residue. “No, how can…healing magic can’t be…” “Well unless,” she interrupted. “The healers themselves have been corrupted.” My heart stopped for a second. “A healer did this?” “I’m certain.” She said I only knew one healer and of course, it just couldn’t have been her, she was barely in Blackthorn anyway. I made a mental note to suggest a meeting with all healers to Dorian “Don’t trust the healer, Malik.” She said suddenly

Whilst she remained there was a complicit respect between the packs. Now she had returned there was nothing to stop White Forest turning on Five Lakes, why not have Caleb and Jack try to strike the first blow. He shrugged in the memory of that injury, he’d never been the same since Alpha Romanov had got the better of him that day, his claws and teeth had torn up and down his spine and whilst the shifter healing had worked, he had never felt as strong again.

“Right now you must call in the best healers to help the Alpha with concoctions to counteract the bond splitting.” The doctor left, and a group of healers came to check on me. Clare was restless, Nick was trying to remain calm, while Eugene was very concerned. The healers concluded the same as the doctor. “We should order a body repair concoction from the eastern healers,” said Gera, the lead healer. “Are you so useless that you can't make a simple concoction yourselves?” questioned Clare, and Eugene grunted. “We are not incompetent,” said Gera. "We have lost the lead healer, and no teachers have arrived at the sanctuary yet. The one person who could make such a powerful concoction can't."

healer. I healed others. I have a talent that they wanted control of. The Alpha Council. They kidnapped me. My friends protected me. They died. All of them. I was the only one who escaped." Sama Arthur moved closer, her eyes on the wound. It was a torn cut, clearly the work of some sort of magical attack, but it wasn't closing. "The wound. it won't close. You're a healer, and you can't heal yourself?" "A curse," the man gasped, air tight in his throat. "I'm cursed. A price of my gift. A terrible price. The more I heal, the more life leaves me. The more lives I save, the more I lose." He looked at her, his silver eyes pleading. "And. and I don't smell. They told me I was a null. My own kind,

AMANISA’S POV “I can’t give up the throne.” That was the first thought I had after the healer left. Mother Healer used to be someone I knew and if she was still the same person, I believed she should have known that I was back in the realm. Davina had delivered the message of Mother Healer, a female Healer that was considered the leader of all healers. And to be clear, healers were all females. Every one of them. Even if a healer should give birth to a male Lycan, that child wouldn't have the gift of a healer.

They nurtured the growth of celestial flora, whose blossoms radiated celestial energy, spreading healing and harmony throughout the realms. The celestial guardians worked tirelessly, tending to the wounded and broken. They offered solace and guidance to those who had lost hope, reminding them of the eternal presence of light even in the darkest of times. Luna became known as the Celestial Healer, her touch carrying the power to mend not just physical wounds but also the wounded spirits of those they encountered.

And others still remained unborn, floating in pale fluid within icicle-thin stasis columns. Each had a role. Each had a purpose. None needed names. He watched them work—repairing conduits, encoding viruses, expanding the reach of the Stillness. The Frostline Range was no longer a boundary. It was becoming a womb. Behind him, Adrienne Kalt approached, wrapped in thermal shielding that crackled softly with embedded rune protection. Her steps were careful, reverent. “My Sovereign,” she said, bowing low. “Reports from the southern sentries confirm movement. The Healer’s fire lives. She escaped.”