Dark Healer Novels & Stories

“He’s cutting us off. Severing her sight. He wants chaos before he arrives.” Lucian reached my side, teeth clenched against pain. “We need control lines groups, containment now!” Kael nodded and sprinted away to form divisions, barking orders. But a scream pierced the air behind us. Not feral words. “Help! Someone please!” I turned to see a healer pinned to the wall by a warrior twice her size, his eyes pitch black, drool threading from his fangs. His claws poised to tear her throat. “RAEL!” I shouted his name, recognizing him from the northern cohort. He didn’t hear me.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

His brows were drawn tight not in concentration alone, but dread. Something was very, very wrong. After a long, tense moment, the healer hissed under his breath. “Fuck.” Alaric’s head snapped up. “What?” The healer’s eyes snapped open, glowing briefly as he yanked his hands back like he’d been burned. He reached under the mattress, fingers trembling, and pulled out a charm dark, cracked, pulsing weakly like a dying heart. The room seemed to exhale. “That,” the healer said flatly, “is your fucking problem.”

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

One of the alpha mumbled. “What are you?” Another alpha shouted. “Me? I am a dark DAOB. Call me Dakar!” Dakar said as he coldly gazed at the four alpha. “What is that?” One of them yelled out. “Let me show you!” Dakar slyly replied. His eyes as dark as the sky gazed into their eyes, and terror took over the expression of the four alpha. “AhhhAhh.” The night became noisy with the painful cries as the four alpha's energy got drained from within them.

Nick added. Madchen lowered her head in embarrassment, knowing everyone knew her deepest darkest secrets. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Drago still had her face in her hands, “You survived, pure as the day you were born, stronger than you know. Somehow you shielded yourself, Madchen, tell me that isn’t magic, it may not be sparks flying from your fingers, but it is magic, nonetheless.” ‘My son is right,” Adriana agreed, “ I think you only needed love and encouragement to heal yourself the other night.”

“She is not here. Paul said she never arrived this morning.” Gabriel turned around slowly. He placed his katakana over his shoulder. He only wore it when he knew he was drawing blood. “Summon the Black Horde! I want her found. NOW!” The thought invaded Alek’s mind again and carried with it the anger of his master. “Right away my lord,” Alek disappeared into the darkness as though Gabriel, himself, was chasing him.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

The male healer slipped quietly to his seat near a workstation with multiple monitors without a word, as though we had not walked in together. Ms. Darkmoon’s gaze pinned me in place. “Late again,” she commented, her voice dripping with disdain. “I expected better from someone the Alpha himself appointed, but clearly I was wrong to assume competence.” I opened my mouth to explain that I had been in the library, researching, trying to complete the task Alpha Dimitri had given me. The explanation caught in my throat. If I mentioned the library, I would have to explain why I had been there. That would either expose Alpha Dimitri's secret or bring trouble down on the male healer for helping me. I

But the blood-red words were still there, floating right in front of me. 【It's over. The second you step into the advanced healing room, they'll call the Luna's time of death.】 【They're just waiting for you to walk in and be the damn scapegoat.】 【The entire room will cover for the Elder's daughter, Stella. They'll pin the Luna's death on you and call it medical malpractice.】 【BE CAREFUL!】 I gasped, a sharp intake of breath. Stella. She was a healer from my class and the only daughter of Head Elder Harrison.