Novel & Cerita Healer Banished From The Party In Fact Is The Strongest

He didn’t think so. There was something else going on. He just couldn’t tell what. Either the moon goddess had some big plans for him and Dhara or she was merely getting a kick out of his pathetic circumstances. Pathetic because the one woman he and his wolf agreed upon—wanted nothing more than to just claim her—was neither their mate nor someone they could mark. Healers were never known to be mated to anyone. They lived a solitary life. They were powerful but they were alone. It was just hard to say if that was a curse or a blessing.

It had only suffered, several minor bruises. "Every body fall back! We can't win against this creature, it is too powerful and dangerous!" One young boy shouted aloud, to his other team mates. With the demise of their leader Jada, and the missing, of the strongest, young warrior Igbins, leadership was automatically transferred to him since he was the fourth strongest youth in the team—The third strongest man, just like Jada, had also already been slain.

I could see the chaos unfolding, the last desperate fight against the hunters and rogues who had sought to destroy us. “Together!” I shouted, rallying our friends. We moved as one—Morana at the forefront, her power radiating around us like a shield. The moment we engaged the remaining hunters, I could feel the difference. Morana’s energy infused our attacks with newfound strength, and we pushed back against the darkness that had threatened us. With every clash of metal and every shout of defiance, I felt hope surging through me. Morana’s immense healing power flowed over our injured, restoring their spirits as she fought alongside us.

“We know you’re a healer. We have a couple of our… associates… who’ve been injured. Badly.” Healer. The word echoed. My past, my banishment, my quiet life in Elliott’s pack. It all came rushing back, colliding with the brutal reality of my current situation. They knew everything. “You treat them,” the scarred rogue snarled, his patience clearly wearing thin. “And then, if you behave, if you don’t try anything foolish, we let you go.” He emphasized 'foolish' with a menacing glare. "No escape attempts. No poisoning us. Just heal, and live."

Crystal POV I knew this would change a lot of things, knowing that Kieran and Tonia are going to challenge one man. He’s one of our kind, but his hands are larger. I could tell that he was the product of an experiment gone wrong. They must have tested all these health boosters, and it did worse to his arms and legs. “He’s the strongest in our pack, and no one has ever defeated him in battle.” Queen Elyah muttered as she rested her hands on his chest. He raised her just to share a kiss with her.

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.

Even her strongest Gu poison attack did not hurt the Phoenix tribe chief in the slightest, so she was really angry and did not understand how it could have happened. "This fight is boring, sister. Your poison-based powers cannot possibly defeat my powers, which prioritize my own abilities. Poison is just a tool that is considered weak even for someone like me!" The Phoenix tribe chief stared at his sister with a sad look. The person he once respected the most had now truly fallen into darkness, resorting to using poison just to fight.

“We owe her. I owe her. She was there when everyone else thought I was just the weird Pack Doctor with a haunted past. She didn’t run when I first started seeing visions. She didn’t abandon me when the first infection reached Moon Valley. She’s the reason I kept going after Mason. After the Alliance. After everything.” Marcus exhaled. “Alright. Then we go to the Ashwalkers.” “But not today,” Long said, her tone final. “Today, you rest.” Emma looked to Steve—and his silence was answer enough. He would follow her. He always would. Long turned away, her eyes drifting to the open skies. “You know… there’s a prophecy I never believed in. About a healer with fire in her blood and a crown in her sh

“I know you care for her, but you have to let her go before it is too late, and you will regret it for the rest of your life. She is weak and not from this world. She doesn’t know our customs, and you don’t know the cause of your darkness. Just let her go until you have figured out what it is that is consuming your soul.” “On the contrary,” I said coldly. “Meara is the strongest person I have ever met! She is a fighter.” I said proudly to the head healer, but I didn’t admit to her that she was right, even when deep down I knew that the healer was telling the truth, which is why I must let Meara go. Even if it breaks my heart and makes me surrender to the dark side.

Nothing. His mind was made up. Banishment will not stop him even if he had to shed blood to reclaim the throne from his backstabbing uncle. Rage was flowing in his veins right now but he was still weak. He needed to recover from the damage that the wolfsbane in the cell had done to him. Zayn was an alpha wolf but right now he felt so weak like an omega, not even a beta.