Dark Healer Novels & Stories

His eyes resembled those of a wild reptile and burned with green fire. “What are you?” I hissed, taking a cautious step toward him. “Dearon… He's Dahak…” Kaira's weak voice sounded. “The Dark… Demon.” I locked my eyes on hers and saw how terrified she was. The creature inside Jarith's body looked over his shoulder and snorted. “Thanks for the introduction, love.” I growled at the endearment. It sounded like something that could have slipped through Jarith's lips, but the voice that said it was soaked in darkness and filled with venom.

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

I feel it now, deep and steady, beneath the surface of the world. Yet it is not just his awakening that stirs my soul. Beneath the wolf’s pulse, another light shimmers, a softer glow, yet no less profound. The healer’s legacy is breathing anew. Zenith. The child of sealed memories, the daughter of the Mystic Healer. She who carries within her veins the ancient bloodline that once bridged the mortal and the magical, the weak and the powerful.

I wouldn't believe in the dark memories that I had forced beyond the surface. “Did you hear what she said?” Arla muttered to me. Although she was also feeling connected to the healer that was yet to give me a good look, my Lycan Spirit was handling the weird attraction better than I was Even when Arla asked that question, I couldn’t help but think about how this healer made me feel more connected to my mom than Rahela back in the Lywolves pack. “That healer’s name is Davina, Ama… Focus, please. Can’t you perceive the fear in the room?”

Alpha King's sex slave Talitha’s POV My body felt like I was hit by a sledgehammer coupled with a thousand splinters of light tearing to blind my vision the moment I set my eyes open. “Good to see you again.” The healer announced with a dark smile. I realised she was sitting closely to me in bed. There was no gentleness or peace in her eyes; everything screamed anarchy- what has gone wrong again? Is Hades safe and if he was then what got her so troubled to this extent?

Zelina's (Hydra) voice brought Aragorn back to reality. "Who is Dark?" Lucifer asked. "The former God of the moon, the one Zia fought and killed. He, like Zia, was also reborn." Hydra answered. "He is the king of darkness and demons." Amaya chips in and smirks, staring inside the dark pit. "But we are getting you out, let's see if you can defeat him and regain the kingship from him." "Don't test me Amaya," Lucifer said with a growl. "I have been in here for years, this Dark of yours cannot survive the heat in here. Do it now quickly, suck out my soul. I can sense two of the holy ones coming." he added.

DAHLIA : The High Priestess; a person believed who had lived thousands of years ago. She participated in the war and used the power of the wish granter to have a land for humans. Dotoria worshipped her like a deity despite her humanity. For them, she was an angel sent by heaven. For other races, she was a cheater who stole the wish granter from the competition and made her own rules. She was a brave human for ones, a villain for others. Personally, I wasn’t attracted that much to her story. However, I was interested in her ability to see the shadows.

Inside the room, healing herbs and spiritual medicines were prepared rapidly. Philipa’s wolf was weak and exhausted. Still carrying traces of dark ritual energy. The healer spent nearly an hour stabilizing her condition before finally stepping outside again. Draven turned sharply toward her instantly. “Well?” The healer immediately lowered her head respectfully. “She is stable now, Alpha.” Some of the tension left his shoulders slightly. The healer continued carefully, “The dark magic failed to fully bind itself to her.” Draven frowned. “Why?” The healer hesitated briefly. Then: “Because she was protected by your blood.”

Within seconds the medical hall had emptied to Halrem, Selene, Draevor, and one sleeping wolf. Halrem turned back to the herb diagrams. “This concludes your interruption.” Draevor remained where he was. “You did not answer.” “I refuse to dignify absurd questions.” “Can you diagnose it.” Halrem looked at him. There was that maddening directness again. No blush, no hesitation, no attempt to disguise the subject beneath metaphor. He asked impossible things as if discussing weather. “Yes,” she said at last. Draevor’s brow lifted slightly. Halrem continued in the same cold physician tone she used when explaining terminal conditions. “The patient suffers from prolonged exposure to self-created fan