Banished Healer Novels & Stories

"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."

"Now stop this foolishness and accept that you belong here. This is your new family." I glare at him, shaking my head furiously. "Don't fight me, little girl," he warns. "The last thing we need is another problem." "Then leave me alone!" I yell. "I don't belong here! Leave me alone!" His eyes narrow menacingly before turning back to normal. "Never! I'll never give up on you," he whispers. "You're too valuable for me to let you go. Having a healer gives us an advantage over the other packs. We can heal our injuries faster than they can theirs."

Stories of how some of the healers were born and how they never got the chance to be raised by their mothers. People would leave babies at the border for some time before we realized that they were healers. My ancestors did some investigating and found out about our kind being sex slaves and that alphas were sending the babies back to us to raise only for them to be used again and again. Some healers would run away from the alphas and come back to the pack, where we would hide them but no alpha was stupid enough to fight us. We had magic but when my father took over, we only practiced good magic, the healing kind. He said that dark magic was addictive and we should never have to practice suc

I wasn’t hearing voices. It wasn’t a ghost but a human. Not just any human, but Caleb, a friend. A brother. I quickly turned my head around, and sure enough, my assumptions were right. “It was Caleb and…the healer.” My mouth fell open. “What are you doing here?” I stammered. Then I turned to the healer. “I thought you were supposed to be…banished?” “This is no time to ask questions; we need to go. Right now.” But I couldn’t even hear anything they were saying, so I repeated my question.

I dug down all the way to the bottom of that well of energy and slowly opened the dam. Over my years as a healer, I had healed broken bones, internal bleeding, infection, even grief. I had healed people who were so wounded they should have never survived. I’d failed, too. There had been patients I couldn’t save in time, who were too far gone by the time I got there for me to help them. But I had never felt anything push back the way this did. The Luna’s Bane was resisting like it had a mind of its own. I pulled harder, screwing my eyes shut tighter, and pressed my lips together.

Lexi and the other healers and medics had done what they could but there was no growing back limbs…no matter how proficient of a shifter you were. Lord Brarthroroz had stationed huge numbers of his daemons within the winding passageways and caverns that the coven had previously inhabited and returned to the surface with his portalmancer Steve at his side. He strode angrily across the makeshift camp to the command tent and paused at the entrance, glancing across at the medical tent where Lexi had been working. Currently, she was cleaning her hands off as her mates watched on protectively and Lord Brarthroroz felt his mouth settle into a grim line as he watched her.

Slowly, piece by piece, she was tearing my life apart. The healer began to gather her herbs again, muttering about rest and balance, about how Ari must be kept calm and watched closely. Her voice was a dull hum in my ears. I didn’t hear half of it. All I heard was the echo of her words: Stay away. Or you may kill him. Kael asked more questions, sharp and precise, his Alpha tone breaking through. “Who would dare do this? Can it be undone?” The healer shook her head. “I cannot say who. But whoever it was… they used strong power. To undo it, we would need truth. Roots. And time. But time is not kind when a child blooms too soon.”

(Blacksmith Guild Master, Galdor) Fear and insecurity of oneself has started to become the start of everyone high guard, Naturally there were those that still hoped for positivity around. The Healer Guild Master, Priestess Nicole Bentham were a young blind nun, an exile of the Sister of Principality of light, all the healers in her guilds were all the practitioner that lose their place in their faction or church. But the Healer guild were known and trusted by many to provide the best healing using magic in the entire Continent, it was as simple as that.

"I would have been dead already if you didn't fight with that crazy woman." "That was Francine, Alpha William's daughter." "You keep talking about this alpha, William. Who is he?" "He's the leader of the Bone Reaver, the pack where I belonged. He's powerful and cruel. I killed his wife during my transformation; that's why they banished me, but that's not enough. He sent his troops to kill me." "No wonder why there are a lot of them who want to kill you. But you are so strong to survive them all."

“Even though you’re still rejecting it. You’re case is… unusual, but not unheard of.” Her gaze moves back to our hands. “I don’t see why you fate this claim so much. It’s killing you. And clearly, you two care about eachother.” My gaze drifts back to Dominic. To the rise and fall of his chest. To the way my head doesn’t feel like it’s splitting open right now. I guess…we do. “But, without the acceptance of his claim, this it isn’t a solution,” the healer says. “Every time the bond is soothed and then pulled away again, the backlash worsens. Your body is already showing signs of degradation.”