Healer Asian Drama Novels & Stories

he starts to say. Sam, Jack, and I stand a little taller tensing up as we hear the words trickle from the doctor’s mouth. “What do you mean?” I ask him. “Only that the healer is a red head and to be cautious around her,” he replies. “Why?” I ask him. I needed to know what was being said about the healer. “Because she’s using black magic to heal people. You can’t trust her,” he replies like he actually believes what he is saying.

Pages and pages of chat logs filled the screen, screenshots of the files I'd hired a private investigator to recover from Zoey's computer. "It's all settled, Naomi. Caleb has agreed to marry me, and once we're married, you'll be saved. That crippled bastard really thinks I've fallen in love with him. Hah! When was the last time he looked at himself in the mirror, huh? If not for the fact that he's a suitable kidney donor for you, I'd be too revolted to even touch him. "Once the surgery is over, I'll arrange for someone to sell him off abroad. That's the only way to make up for the disgust I've had to endure all these years."

"Prepare the primary examination room at once. We will treat him immediately." The healer blinked in surprise. "But the legal protocols—" Seraphina smiled kindly, her silver eyes glowing with gentle determination. "Pain does not recognize geopolitical borders, nor does it care about pack politics. If someone comes to our gates in need of healing... they will receive it." ### The Alpha's Gesture Half an hour later, Killian arrived at the Healing Wing, his massive frame instantly commanding the room, though his arms held nothing more dangerous than a heavy basket filled with fresh, sweet orchard fruit.

Alone. This was pure survival now. Evening came too fast, and the chief healer, Ms. Darkmoon, handed me the tonic. It was a warm, small cup with a specific mixture even I could not identify, no matter how much I stared at it. “Do not spill it, and do not linger.” I took it and walked the corridors toward the Alpha’s wing, just as the healers described. Although now and then, I paused to verify directions from the guards that littered the halls.

“Which healer?” “Uh…” He looked down at the container again as if the answer might float to the surface of the foul liquid. “She said it came from Healer Bastian.” “Healer Bastian?” Kael nodded. “Yeah. She spoke highly of him. Said he’s treated elite patients from the Eastern Borders to the Highland packs. A miracle worker, apparently.”

Marcus later told me that was the moment I was burned into his memory, becoming his eternal moonlight. Years later, when Alice fell gravely ill and was admitted to the pack's healing center, Marcus and I crossed paths again. He had become a composed and brilliant head healer, his wolf's natural instincts making him extraordinarily gifted at sensing illness and injury. Meanwhile, I was frantically grasping at every possible lifeline to keep my sister breathing. Without my knowledge, Marcus had been covering all of Alice's medical expenses and personally overseeing her treatment, his healing energy flowing into her night after night to pull her back from death's threshold.

Take care of Dad for now. I typed slowly. 【No need to come.】 【He doesn't need me to take care of him anymore.】 【The freedom you wanted, I'm giving back to you as well.】 After sending this, I forwarded him the signed mate bond severance agreement.

Dana reached out for Ethan’s palm and she squeezed them gently. Dana and Ethan turned their back abruptly, the noise of the door opening alerting their senses. The healer walked out of the room, adjusting his glasses as he straightened his shoulders and stretching out his hands making them crack. Ethan and Dana stood up from the step quickly, rushing over to were the Healer was standing. “ How is she?,” they both chorused, their eyes widening In suspense. The healer cleared his throat,“ She has a really deep wound, which might not be easy to heal, but she is getting better I believe.”

Sasha pivoted to the beautiful young Healer, her golden hair roaring in the breeze that just entered from the open windows. “Shiera ordered me to tell you to have your breakfast,” the young Healer simply said as she put down the tray full of hot food, steam wafting on the air. Shiera is the leader of the Healers. She’s a Beta too, like her twin brother who is now the right hand of Ansel. Alpha Ansel. “A cream of corn and mushroom soup?”

"Thank you. We will be awaiting your arrival." He hung up the phone and turned to me. "We have a healer coming from the A****n. She specializes in removing dark magic. She should be here by tonight." I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Keith. You have no idea how much this means to me." Keith smiled at me, taking my hand in his. "I'll do anything for you, my love. Anything to keep you and your family safe." True to his word, the healer from the A****n arrived that evening. She was a small woman, with a fierce look in her eyes. She wore a necklace made of bones and carried a bag filled with herbs and potions.