Healer Fantasy Novels & Stories

"The healer's special salve. It should help with the fever." She opened the jar, and the sharp scent of healing herbs filled the tiny space. Before she could hand it over, Landon swayed dangerously. "I can't..." he gasped, clutching the wall for support. "Everything's spinning..." Without thinking, Elara stepped forward to steady him. The moment their skin touched, their bond flared to life. A jolt of electricity seemed to arc between them, carrying echoes of shared sensation – his burning fever, her cool strength, and underneath it all, a current of something deeper, more dangerous.

"Hello, you must be Alpha Winner." He nodded. "Yes, hello. I'm Winner, and you are...?" "Selene," she said, shaking his hand. "Yes, I forgot to tell you about her. She's Doctor Selene, the doctor hired to treat my poison. She's the reason I've been getting better in the last few weeks," I explained to him. He nodded. "I see. Thank you for taking care of my sister. I hope she's not giving you any troubles." Selene smiled. "Not at all. She's a wonderful person and makes my treatment easier. She also has extraordinary healing abilities, which help a lot."

He stopped and gazed at her. "I must say, George Henry, I am grateful for your assistance in persuading Richard to divorce her. Also a big thanks to the accident that resulted to the subsequent Amnesia. I'm very sure by the time she regained her memory, she will be already smitten with my son," Alexander chuckled as he exited the room.

And in this harsh werewolf world, that was rare. My throat tightened. My child would never have a stable life. No. I couldn't let that happen. “Maybe… I am not the Healer,” I said. “If two Healers cannot exist at the same time, then I must be the imposter, just as the priestess claimed. The other woman with the same mark must be the true Healer.” “No.” The Guardian’s voice turned sharp. “I can smell your blood, child. You are the true Healer. The other woman is the fraud. She must have forged the mark through forbidden means.”

He said cutting me off. The funny thing is, I'm a healer. But Healers can't heal themselves but we heal faster that others. Kayden lead me inside the pack house and into the other healers clinic. The old woman great me with pleasure. She's one of the two Healers residing here in SilverMoon pack. Kayden patiently waiting until Imelda finished her work and excused herself. "You need to be ready anytime Adellee. You never turn your back into your enemy." He said.

I knew exactly what was beneath those trousers, exactly what my hand was dangerously close to touching. My cheeks burned. Of all the places for the pain to appear. I kept my palm firmly against his lower stomach and forced myself to concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing. His muscles tightened beneath my hand as my gift flowed into him. This was treatment. I was his healer. That was all I needed to think about. Except Alpha Dimitri shifted beside me, and the movement brought his hip more firmly against mine. My pulse jumped.

“I’ve seen enough in my time not to fear what’s different. And healing_ is the same, no matter who it’s for.” Nyx feels a wave of relief, almost overwhelmed by the healer’s calm acceptance. “Thank you.” “Hold your thanks,” the healer says, already mixing herbs. “Healing isn’t cheap on my bones. Jonah, fetch me some water and bring my kit.” Jonah nods eagerly, dashing off to gather supplies. Nyx watches the healer apply paste to Lorenzo’s wounds, her hands glowing faintly with an unspoken energy. “What_ what kind of magic is this?” Nyx asks.

I didn’t have words for what I’d seen. “Magic?” one of the priests whispered. “Forbidden magic?” “No,” said Elder Cian, voice low. “Older than magic.” His words sank into the floor like a curse. I left before their debate turned into panic. By the time the healers took her, dawn had touched the towers. The light made her skin look almost human again—no trace of the glowing veins that had laced her body in the forest. Still, I couldn’t shake the image. It clung to me like the scent of blood after a hunt.

And then she was gone. The rage that had ignited in him that day still smoldered, lingering in the dark recesses of his heart. He’d vowed vengeance upon all healers that day, eradicating them so none could ever wield the power they’d denied his mate. And now, here was evidence that one had survived. Maxwell’s voice cut through his reverie. “The healer wolf, my Lord, appears to have lost her connection to her wolf spirit, leaving her far more vulnerable and… more human,” he continued, measuring his words.

So I assumed we had no one else. “He gave your brother a special potion to appear dead. It wasn’t until years after that I found out the truth. He took your brother.” Potions? Magical gem? Oddly made sense to me. I didn’t say anything, waiting for her to tell me more. She moved the plates to her left and propped her arms on the table. “I said he really is the Devil because he currently rules the Underworld.” I stared at her. Contemplating again if she’s a crazy lunatic. I can process the potions and magic gems because I’ve seen it can be true. But Underworld? Like I said I don’t believe in those things. Just doesn’t sit right with me.