Banished Healer Novels & Stories

“The Silverclaw in the East, the Nightbane in the West, the Moonveil in the North… and my kingdom, Blackflame, to the South.” His tone hardened. “The others will come for you once they learn what you are. The Nightbane Alpha already sent spies to the borders. They want your power.” I frowned. “Power? I don’t even know what I am.” Draven’s eyes glowed faintly. “You’re the Healer of the Eclipse. Born once every thousand moons, a wolf touched by both light and death. Your blood heals what it touches, but also destroys what it rejects.” The words sent chills down my spine. “That’s a myth.”

he asked, needing confirmation from me. I said nothing more, saving my words until the moment I stood before her. The path to her shack was wiry and narrow, some distance away from the slave quarters. Her surroundings were adorned with gardenias and tulips, nature a major component of her healing powers. While wolves and lycans drew strength from the moon, healers got all they needed from the earth, Mother Nature’s servants. Anyone who embraced their healing nature slowly lost the ability to shift because they were not supposed to be creatures of violence. Athena had chosen to heal the sick and wounded among us and Goddess knew, she was talented.

So much more different after what happened. After she was gone… “Keira! Keira used to be our best night patrol! The warriors looked up to her and trained with her. When she was banished, nobody could mimic her incognito skills. Until now, we still struggle to stay hidden at night because she used to give us instructions, but even Aspen can’t figure it out.” Bjorn finally gives in and confesses what’s been boggling his mind, but he looks visibly uncomfortable.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

She aimed to teach me how to harness it. “A Healer is a vessel for life,” Mora rasped, her eyes locked on the pulsing pain in my right hand. “But life and death are two sides of the same coin. You were denied the coin of matehood, Elara. Now, you will learn to master its edges.” Our lessons began with the very thing Kael had used against me: Wolfsbane.

"To reject a Moon Healer is to condemn oneself. The bond is not easily severed—and in some cases, it cannot be. Their magic entwines with the mate thread. When severed improperly, both suffer. But only one survives." I sat back hard against the wall, the stone cold through my thin shirt, grounding me as the implications sank in. Kael was feeling it now—the backlash of what he'd done. The fraying, corrupted bond was poisoning him slowly, just as his rejection had poisoned me. But while my pain had transformed into power, his was simply destroying him from within.

“If you want her alive, move.” For one second he hesitated and the loosened his grip slightly, only slightly. The healer placed her hand over my chest and her face changed immediately. “What?” Cassian demanded and the healer frowned. “The bond.” Draven stepped closer. “What about it?” She looked between both Alphas and then her expression became troubled. “It snapped.” There was silence, nobody spoke and nobody breathed and the healer swallowed. “Completely.” Draven looked like somebody stabbed him and his hand clenched into a fist.

She once had a bright future, but she had destroyed it with her own hands. Three months later, I returned to the Sanctuary as planned. The silver poison was completely gone from my system, and thanks to my pureblood constitution, my right leg had healed perfectly. The Sanctuary was a different place. The Wolf Council had completely purged the corruption. A new, upright, and strict Elder had been brought in from the outside. The new Elder cracked down on misconduct and strictly enforced all medical protocols and treatment guidelines. He gave every healer a clean, uncorrupted environment to practice medicine.

Yes it is, I would try my best to bring back the Luna's lost sight, the healer said. No ... Hell No. I did not bring you back to the pack despite being banished, neither did I kneel in front of all my pack members, just for you to try your best. You must do this. Everything you asked for was given to you, so she must regain her sight. I said angrily. Yes Alpha, She would. The healer muttered shakily. He was definitely taken aback in fear by the tone of the Alpha. The healer started the rite, he started saying a few words, or incantations as others would say.

ordered the healer. “Mother,” I heard her whisper. “you are aliv—” “Now, girl! If you die, Alexios will kill us all!” Carefully positioning herself on her back, she again tried to speak, but the healer’s mouth immediately locked on hers and she began the process of healing Lydia . It was the oddest thing to watch but I was assured that the healer knew what she was doing. The pain got worse before it got better. The transformation completed and a howl pierced the night sky as fur as pure as white covered Lydia 's body. Her leg, now hinds snapped back into place. It was followed by calm, peace, and restoration. Her body slowly morphed back to its humanoid nature