Banished Healer Novels & Stories

The despair got to me, and I went mad after that, turning into a feral rogue. The Moon Goddess had shown me mercy, as Hebathi, a powerful healer elf, the last of her kind, had stumbled upon me. She healed the shattered pieces of my mind but told me the truth I couldn’t bear: my wolf was gone, deadened by grief. She tried to revive him, but it was hopeless—I was hopeless.

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.

"Banish her, Alpha!"a man shouted. I looked at him and just shook my head. I couldn't accept what I heard from him. Until many followed what he said. "Banish her! Banish that woman!” That's the word my own pack yells over and over again. I can't quite imagine that they would be able to say that to their own Luna. How did they manage to banish me away? I gave them all my loyalty and love. But is this all they will give me in return?

With a finger to her cheek, her gaze pierced into my soul, "The bond will be restored once the destruction magic is eradicated. Spell leaves invisible residues. Healers are whitelighters that can remove the bad and reinstate the good. Therefore healers can repel dark energy. Look....." My eyes followed her fingers to a large white cloud that was to the left. It flickered with brief lightning streaks until images appeared. It was of my ancestor, named Delia. She was channeling her essence to heal someone. It was like being taken on a journey into her mind to understand how to heal someone. It revealed to me that later healers imitated her methods and successfully treated many people, thereaft

Her voice was dry, cracking from the hours she had spent screaming and fighting in the toxic mist below. The taller of the two women, a healer with kind, amber eyes, stepped forward slowly, as if approaching a skittish, incredibly dangerous lioness. "They were ruined beyond repair, Earth-Breaker," the healer said, bowing her head deeply. The title caught Mwajuma off guard. "They were soaked in the corruption of the Savage Wilds. We burned them to protect you from the rot. I am Kesi, a tender of the sanctuary. We have been watching over you for three days."

The dispel hadn’t weakened it at all. “Zen,” Andrew nodded. You’ll make a fine healer. I wish I had someone like you in my party back when we were still adventurers. Many of us could have taken down that demon lord if you were there.” Sensing a long story incoming, Zen cut the conversation short and passed the rest of the dispel to Lorren. Although he was curious about the NPC’s background, Damian and Sasha were waiting for him. After Lorren stabilised the curse with a seal and checked how much of the curse Zen helped to dispel, he concluded that Zen had successfully graduated from the special healer training.

The two of them had formed an unspoken bond, their powers complementing each other in ways they had never imagined. In the heart of the stronghold, a group of healers tended to the wounded. Their hands moved with practiced precision, their faces etched with determination. Among them was a new face, Selena, whose healing abilities had been crucial during the battles. Her presence brought a renewed sense of hope to the clan, her gentle touch and soothing words providing comfort to those in pain.

My blood froze. I leaned forward, ears straining. The rogue let out a guttural laugh. “Sarah will be pleased.” “Tell her it’s done,” the healer replied without hesitation. “The Luna won’t last long.” For a second, the world tilted. My jaw slackened, my heart hammering so loud I thought they’d hear it. The healer. Our healer. The man sworn to guide us spiritually, to heal us with his hands, his words, his connection to the ancestors—standing in the woods, conspiring with a rogue. With Sarah.

After a long pause, he finally said, “I have seen changes like this before, but only in very few healers. These healers are rare and they usually prefer to live far from the rest of us. They keep to themselves, often at the edge of our borders, avoiding interaction with packs unless it is necessary. In Crescent Moon Pack, there are two such healers. If there is anyone who can help you control this power before it harms you or the child, it will be them.” I exchanged a glance with Raya, who gave me a small reassuring nod.

“I was wrong. Systems do not self-correct when corruption is tidy. We have to push. I protected Voss because I believed I owed her life. The ledger shows I owed Mira’s parents that life. I didn’t pay it. ” “I paid Voss instead. I made my mate carry the worst part because she was strong. She died. None of that is a legal argument. It is the context for why I’m asking you to banish a healer who falsified records and bribed witnesses, and to censure me, which you have.” The Elders deliberated for twenty minutes. The hall waited. Voss didn’t sit. The verdict: banishment for one cycle beyond our borders, all licenses suspended; review after one cycle contingent on public correction of the rescue