Healer Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.

She was quite older too. After consulting Valerian and Andromeda, who I was getting to learn was a fountain of knowledge when it came to things like this, we learned that I was a Healer. An extremely rare breed of female wolf shifters said to be direct descendants or blessed by the Fates with the power to heal any fatal wound.

"The Hollow Realm feeds on memories. It searches your heart. It finds your regrets. Then turns them into monsters." Aiden blinked. "So... if I regret stealing cookies... I fight giant cookies?" Morwen paused. "Technically... yes." Kael burst out laughing. "That's amazing." Aiden grinned. "I'm actually excited now." Seraphina hugged him tightly. "You are not fighting giant cookies." "I know," he whispered. "I'm fighting giant vegetables." Lyssandra stepped forward. "The Heartspring lies at the center of the Hollow Realm. It is the source of healing magic. The first healers drank from it. The Moonborn Queens guarded it. And its waters can purify corrupted souls."

With a finger to her cheek, her gaze pierced into my soul, "The bond will be restored once the destruction magic is eradicated. Spell leaves invisible residues. Healers are whitelighters that can remove the bad and reinstate the good. Therefore healers can repel dark energy. Look....." My eyes followed her fingers to a large white cloud that was to the left. It flickered with brief lightning streaks until images appeared. It was of my ancestor, named Delia. She was channeling her essence to heal someone. It was like being taken on a journey into her mind to understand how to heal someone. It revealed to me that later healers imitated her methods and successfully treated many people, thereaft

“She’s proven it. And if anyone dares call her a threat again, they’ll have me to deal with.” In the corner of the pavilion, Winona watched from the water basin, narrowing her eyes. She saw how the remnants of that emerald green light still shimmered around Seara’s veins. She realized one thing that had almost escaped her, and even the Alpha himself. Seara wasn’t just an ordinary healer who had temporarily lost her powers. The girl had just demonstrated the potential of a Luna Healer, the only uncommon Lycan status. She was still puzzled by the legend of Vis Sanatrix that Seara carried. Seara was also a rare healer, and her healing powers were still unstable. The black mark on Seara’s wrist

she said. “What?” He raised his brows but smiled inwardly. He got what he wanted. It was getting clearer and clearer every day. It was getting better. He would be able to get Lily by the end of everything. “What is a healer?” He had to feign innocence. As if he didn't know shit. “A healer is someone that can heal. I can heal anyone and anything if I want with my blood.” “Really?” He raised his eyes and Lily nodded. It was what she could do. It was her gift. A gift that was now affecting her life. It was getting harder to conceal the gift. Harder to keep secrets. She sighed.

“You feel that, don’t you? The hunger in your chest? Your wolf senses the truth. This is more than sex. This is power.” Emma’s pulse thundered in her ears. She had never seen anything like this. She wasn’t just observing anymore—she was being pulled in. As the Naga reached her third violent climax, golden light burst from her mouth, and she screamed in a voice not her own: “The Healer will bathe in the blood of gods and kneel at the lips of death, if she does not choose her hunger soon.” Silence fell. Even the vines stopped moving. Emma stood frozen. Terra’s smile was all teeth now.

Thane's POV I stood watching as the healer chanted ancient songs of healing; our pack's healers are the most powerful healers in history; we're the only ones who can heal a wolfsbane injury without involving a witch. I was promised by the healer that she would be safe, she would be healed, but I was anxious anyway because she looked like she was beyond repair; Calantha was indeed evil; what could she have done to deserve this kind of cruelty? It's not like I was righteous, but I don't kill without a cause.

She asked running her finger along the line of his scar. “You don’t have Healers where you’re from?” He asked and she shook her head. “What are they?” “Magi, well sort of, they channel a special Magic.” “Oh. And they healed it just like that?” “Just like that.” He said smiling before leaning into kiss her. She kissed him back, slowly at first and then harder, more urgently. “Let’s go to bed. Not that I suspect we’ll be sleeping that much…” He said and she laughed as he swept her up carried her into his bedroom.

"Why are there so few of them, and inept at healing?" "I think the Great Reverence hated that if you have a healer who is powerful that they might worship them instead of him. The only recorded healer that was the strongest happens to be the Saintess. The other are magical beasts who are in tune with healing abilities. Although most of them don't want anything to do with humans... You can begin"