Healer Fantasy Novels & Stories

Another rumble of sounds but the female’s voice is constantly clear as she answers. “Wolfsbane and silver is a toxic combination. The best healer wouldn’t be able to heal herself if she was poisoned with it” I grimace at that because isn’t it a bit sexist to assume the best healer would be a she? My mind comes to the rescue and supplies information at a rapid pace. I chuckle through the pain in my lungs. That’s right. There’s a prophecy that states a healer like no other will spring out of Raleigh. Prophecies hold power in the city of light. No wonder they’d assume the best healer will be female.

I ask. “I’m a trained doctor, but the wolves prefer to call me a healer,” she says as she wraps a blood pressure cuff around my arm. "I'm both." Healers are special wolves. They have a bit of magic in them and can sense things regular wolves can’t. They can heal with their touch, but most of them prefer to use potions so they can save their healing magic for the truly bad cases. The healer makes me lay down while she hovers her hands over my body to read my energy, trying to pinpoint the disease that’s making me so sick.

“You have my word.” We follow them through winding paths made of glassy stone and glowing plants that light the way. Every step feels surreal. I just can’t shake the feeling that I don’t belong here. When we reach what looks like a temple carved into the side of a mountain, the doors open on their own. Caelum motions me forward. “This is the healing hall. Only the highest fae healers can perform what Leah needs.” I look around. The walls shimmer faintly, alive with tiny, moving lights. In the center, a wide circular platform glows, covered in runes that pulse with pale blue light. The ones faes carrying Leah lay her gently in the middle.

Yet I also knew she was holding Haylee as she answered, “You healed his dead heart and brought him back to life.” Haylee's confusion was evident in her voice as she said, “How is that possible? Even you couldn't do that, and I’m not even a healer like you.” At this point, my interest grew, and I anxiously waited to hear Flavia’s response. Thankfully, she didn’t keep Haylee and me waiting for long. She said, “You aren’t like me, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t a healer.” One of the other healers muttered, providing the last piece to the puzzle but still failing to make me understand the situation, “You are an Archhealer, Haylee, and if I am correct, you just healed a dead man enough to bring

It says that the born healer possesses both the abilities earned by the made healer and the ones gifted by the deity’s light; the former guides the essence of the deity’s creations to procreation, protect, and prolong, while the latter guides the preservation of the light within the deity’s creations. I straightened my back on the stool, to stretch out the kinks. So, in other words, the born healer can cure a werewolf’s body from all sorts of injuries and illnesses and keep the darkness away? The darkness… … the dark whims? A surprised revelation swivelled my face down to the same passage. As my eyes read through the same line over and over again, I tried to grasp the logic behind what it wa

All I can do is sit and stand in one place while staring at the metal door or thinking of my love, Winston Luca. Oh! Are you wondering how I survived a full month without sunlight, food, water, or anything else? It's because I am a "Healer." Healers are humanoid creatures who have supernatural abilities to heal. Depending on our abilities, our lifespan can range from a hundred to a thousand years. People confuse us with the elves, but we don't have pointy ears; we are just extremely attractive humanoids. But don't worry; I'm still a young healer. I am a healthy 28-year-old healer who belongs to the Arco clan. I am an alpha, but I refused to join my clan or help my family manage our clan. The

Healer Jan asked. "You're just going to work us to the bones. You're a slave driver. Why don't you hire another healer, if you lack them so much." Lis said. "Are healers mushrooms? Do they just pop up out of nowhere?" Healer Jan answered. Healers in this world are rare. Everyone can use low level healing. If I make an analogy in the modern world, low level healing is like first aid. Anything that can't be fixed by simple first aid would need to be treated by a healer. Healers have a higher aptitude in light magic, and there are few of those. Also, healers are all men since women are only seen as homemakers.

Zayn started telling tmher the story of the last which was going to change her point of view forever. *.... "Healer, there are men outside. They wanted to meet you." Zefir was sitting on the edge of a small pond when a man came near her and informed her. She gave him a questioning look but it seemed like it was the order of an elder. She was considered one of the top healers of the temple. She had a soft personality and was famous among the nearby packs. People said, she had the healing powers of gods. Not only this, but she had a beauty like a flower. There were a large number of men waiting for her but she promised herself to stay loyal to her mate.

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.

Felix had never heard of the title "legendary healer" before. Stacy asked, "Aren't you Mr. Felix Zeller, the legendary healer?" Felix was puzzled. "Yes, I'm Felix Zeller, but I have no idea what a legendary healer is." Stacy suddenly became excited. "Oh, my God! I'm actually standing in front of the legendary healer! Even Mr. Lemuel Morris, the number one master healer, admitted that his skills couldn't compare to yours.