Flare Redo Of Healer Novels & Stories

None of that made any sense. She was my healer. Nothing more. If anything, my concern was entirely practical. Scarlett was currently the only person who had managed to alleviate the darkness within me, even if only temporarily. Finding answers about Orrosta remained my priority, and ensuring she arrived safely was simply common sense. That was all this was. I exhaled quietly as I continued walking, irritation settling uneasily in my chest. I had been around women before. Plenty of them. Beautiful women. Women who knew exactly what pleased an Alpha and had never been shy about providing it.

It was tantamount to a great insult and disrespect. Healers were professions commonly held in the highest regard across the Violet Manor. Conjurers and cultivators could achieve accomplishments through sheer hard work and limited talent. But the same could not be said for healers, who required extraordinary potential lest they become only as useful as glass hammers. This made healers extremely valuable, more so than conjurers and cultivators that a mere Tier-Four healer could easily demand greater reverence than a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Rowena It wasn't my intent to hide that im a healer to him but its one of those things that im used to of hiding that I didn't think anything of it, when I was in Silvermoon I had to hide that I was a healer or they would drain me even if they don't need it, I saw how they over used their healer. I wouldn't offer myself such misery when my life wasn't that great. It was the early stage, and I never practiced it on anyone except Yara when she passed out after her stepdad gave her a beating, and at the time, I was weak. After I visited the foggy place, it got better and stronger.

"Clear the perimeter!" The rogues were relentless. They didn't retreat when we drew blood; they pressed forward with a suicidal intensity that made my skin crawl. As I wrestled a massive, scarred wolf to the ground, a movement near the treeline caught my eye. A group of figures in white and green. Healers. "No," I hissed, recognizing the defiant tilt of the head in the center of the group. "Reylap!" She was ignoring the battle, her hands already deep in the blood of a fallen sentry. She had three other healers with her, and they were moving toward the burning granary.

I laugh out of anger and say, "I'm Alpha Xander's cousin. I don't pay a single cent in his territory. If anyone has a problem with that, have Xander come say it to my face." But the healer only rolls her eyes. "You bitch, trying to use such lowly tricks to get my Alpha's attention? You wish! If you don't pay up today, I'll strip you naked and throw you onto the street so that everyone can smell how foul you are!" She has no idea who she's threatening. I take a deep breath and quickly contact my Beta. "Tell Xander—either banish this healer from the pack, or I'll banish him." ...

He asked. "It's about your healer. Since I am the only healer in SnowMoon and I left them without an exchange, I want to ask one of your healer to replace me. Can you send one of them to my old pack. They need a healer now since a lot of girls are giving birth this month." I requested. "You want me to give my healer to your pack?" He said, looking seriously in my eyes. "Yes." I answered. "You're asking to much Adellee." I'm shocked at his response. "As you can see, Imelda was an old woman, making her stay at your old pack will make her sick, not to mention the weather there was different." He said.

And others still remained unborn, floating in pale fluid within icicle-thin stasis columns. Each had a role. Each had a purpose. None needed names. He watched them work—repairing conduits, encoding viruses, expanding the reach of the Stillness. The Frostline Range was no longer a boundary. It was becoming a womb. Behind him, Adrienne Kalt approached, wrapped in thermal shielding that crackled softly with embedded rune protection. Her steps were careful, reverent. “My Sovereign,” she said, bowing low. “Reports from the southern sentries confirm movement. The Healer’s fire lives. She escaped.”

Slowly, piece by piece, she was tearing my life apart. The healer began to gather her herbs again, muttering about rest and balance, about how Ari must be kept calm and watched closely. Her voice was a dull hum in my ears. I didn’t hear half of it. All I heard was the echo of her words: Stay away. Or you may kill him. Kael asked more questions, sharp and precise, his Alpha tone breaking through. “Who would dare do this? Can it be undone?” The healer shook her head. “I cannot say who. But whoever it was… they used strong power. To undo it, we would need truth. Roots. And time. But time is not kind when a child blooms too soon.”

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.

teasing her. “ no ” she answered and I smiled. “ very well, carry on with the execution ” the blade was drawn and she was made to kneel , I would cut off the hands that touched her later ,for now I wanted to take note of her reactions. “ we pray the goddess thy soul to keep ” the Pack chanted , like we do others that has died by the blade . her mind seemed to come to a conclusion. “ wait ! I can heal you Emperor. ” I laughed.