Black Healer Novels & Stories

When the hammer finally fell at two thousand gold, her new owner—a gaunt man whose fingers ended in claws—licked his lips with obvious anticipation. “No,” Lila whispered beside me. “No, no, no…” Five more healers followed. Each sale felt like watching an execution in slow motion. The elderly man went to a necromancer who spoke fondly of “extracting every drop of useful essence.” A middle-aged woman was claimed by representatives of a demon court who discussed her breeding potential in clinical detail. Then they came for me. “And now,” the auctioneer’s voice rose with theatrical excitement as rough hands hauled me toward the platform, “our crown jewel. Pure-blood healer, trained in the old wa

Lycan King, “Serenity Redwolf?” The pack’s healer, Healer Ashford, didn’t need a moment to recognize her as soon as he walked into the emergency room. “You know her?” I asked, my voice sharp. The pack healer nodded quietly. “She is one of my rarest cases, with no cure.” My eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?” The healer didn’t say anything. He just shook his head, as though the truth was something heavy sitting behind his teeth, something he had learned not to release no matter who stood in front of him.

Still she would die Take me just leave her unharmed! Hawk wished with all of his heart her "We can ease her pain. There are things I can give "the healer said softly "Who?" the Hawk raged, ignoring the old man "Who would wish to do this? Why kill her? What has she done?" The healer flinched and squeezed his eyes shut In the doorway, Lydia drew a labored breath" "Tis Callabron, then?" "Aye. The skin has blackened around the opening, and those pale green lines streak out from it. 'Tis the deadly bite of Callabron."

Most packs don't have healers with magical power. Hayley's face was solemn. She spun around the room in a slow circle, thinking of what to do next. Everyone was murmuring. All she was hearing were people complaining about how she was a good for nothing healer. Someone even said she is a scam. How was it you did a hundred good for people and the one time you cannot help then you become a bad person? Hayley felt something surge through her. She remembered how her brother had died at her hand while trying to treat him. She remembered her vow to never let another person die at her hand. Hayley's hand began to give off a flickering low glow of white light. She placed her hand over the woman's nec

"Are you trying to kill her?" "The rogue poison is deep inside her veins now, Ms. Hale," I say, keeping my voice very soft and calm. "It was just skin-deep before, but these bad healers waited too long and let it mix with her wolf blood. Draining it is the only way to save her life." "That is a giant lie!" Liam yells, shaking his fists. "If there was rogue poison in her veins, my alpha nose would have caught the scent instantly!" "Wait, look at the stone table!" an old healer screams from the back. "The blood is not red at all! It is turning as black as a shadow wolf!"

I can tell by the way Rye and Blain stare at the picture they know them. “The one guy is Stephano. He is a demon hybrid. His father was a demon but his mother was a witch.” Blain says. “And the other guy?” Kaleb asks. “He goes by the name Blackout. I have no idea how he got that nickname. He is a hybrid. His mother was a witch and his father is a dark fae.” Rye says.

“I know you’re a werewolf, but not one that I know, and I know pretty much everyone in this pack.” Heath shifted into a crouch, the rough tarmac digging into his knee and foot, shivering as the warmth provided by his fur disappeared and his skin pricked with gooseflesh in the cold of the night. He held up his hands. “Health Gale,” he said. “Les Guerriers Sanctifies of Havermouth.” “Heath Gale,” she repeated, the tone of her voice changing. “We’ve met before.” “If you don’t mind,” he gestured to the gun. “I’ll stand?”

All I can do is sit and stand in one place while staring at the metal door or thinking of my love, Winston Luca. Oh! Are you wondering how I survived a full month without sunlight, food, water, or anything else? It's because I am a "Healer." Healers are humanoid creatures who have supernatural abilities to heal. Depending on our abilities, our lifespan can range from a hundred to a thousand years. People confuse us with the elves, but we don't have pointy ears; we are just extremely attractive humanoids. But don't worry; I'm still a young healer. I am a healthy 28-year-old healer who belongs to the Arco clan. I am an alpha, but I refused to join my clan or help my family manage our clan. The

I turned to Olivia, who I could tell was nervous and scared at the same time. “Who’s this man?” the Healer inquired after taking a long look at the man who was about to stand up on his feet. He had pieces of glass stuck to his back, and it looked terrible to me. “His name is Tonia, and he’s a friend of mine.” “I’ve never seen this breed of wolves before. He has one set of claws.” The Healer said my thoughts exactly, and it felt like he was from another part of this world. “You killed someone today, which means you deserve to die as well.” He shoved his brass knuckles deep to hold them firmly.

A thick, blackened mark glistened there, oozing golden mist. “Who did this to you?” she asked, her voice trembling. “A woman,” Dante rasped, his breath shallow. “A woman who calls herself… an Alpha.” Before the healer could respond, he lurched forward and vomited a gush of black blood onto the floor. The healer stumbled back, horrified. Black Blood slipped down his nose but he wiped it with his hands. The sight was unlike anything she had ever seen—something dark, ancient, and wrong. “This is… rare,” she murmured, fear creeping into her voice. She turned to Dante’s friend, Luke, who hovered anxiously nearby.