Healer Fantasy Novels & Stories

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

It was a woman with a crown of woven gold and eyes that looked like the stars over Owerri. "The Daughter of the Frequency has returned," the walls whispered, the sound vibrating directly in my marrow. "The Gold was the Shield. The Black is the Sword. To protect the Root, you must first survive the Graft." The floor beneath us began to move, shifting like a giant gear. We weren't in a cave anymore; we were inside a massive, biological machine that was starting to turn. "Julian, the 'Graft'... what does that mean?" I asked, clutching his arm as the room began to spin.

I roared, observing his hasty retreat, his movements a blur of desperation. That was the fourth warrior that I put down today. I hate to admit it, but whatever that healer did to me was f*cking amazing! My shoulder was injured in battle, and some feral rogue bit half of it off. It took me years to heal, and even then, it was only partially healed. I had some mobility and even less strength. Ordering the Healer to prove herself turned out to be a miracle gift. I returned home that day and went straight to the gym. I was utterly dumbfounded when I could lift three times the weight I could before. I felt better than I ever have. She has no idea what she has done for me. This will make my plans

Most packs don't have healers with magical power. Hayley's face was solemn. She spun around the room in a slow circle, thinking of what to do next. Everyone was murmuring. All she was hearing were people complaining about how she was a good for nothing healer. Someone even said she is a scam. How was it you did a hundred good for people and the one time you cannot help then you become a bad person? Hayley felt something surge through her. She remembered how her brother had died at her hand while trying to treat him. She remembered her vow to never let another person die at her hand. Hayley's hand began to give off a flickering low glow of white light. She placed her hand over the woman's nec

she mused, her fingers steepled as she regarded me, still writhing in pain on the floor. “I will heal your son. Yes, I have the power to heal him. I’m making him become a very strong lichen, like his father,” the healer declared confidently. Relief flooded through me, and my mother's eyes filled with gratitude. “Oh, thank you, Ma. I really appreciate you. Thank you,” she said, her voice choked with emotion. But her confusion was apparent when the healer mentioned 'lichen.'

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S

I have to talk about my past once again to get people to know me and everyone is always fascinated by a healer. By the end of the day, I'll be known by everyone and that's worse because I'll only know by the end of the day if it's a bad or good thing. Will the boys want me for my looks? My body or because I'm a healer? Will the girls hate me because of the attention I'll get from the boys? I will only know later. Healers are extremely beautiful creatures because everyone likes to look at a beautiful specimen to feel at ease or whatever. Healers can also be known as sorcerers. We prefer the term healers because we use our powers to heal ailments and to bring peace in the pack upon the alphas

"That if we're foes who are trying to kill his friends, then he wishes us the best of luck. You see, he's quite convinced that we will not be able to catch any of his friends, which was quite plausible." "You agree with him we will not be able to catch them?!" Keron looked at him like he suddenly had his tail chopped off. "Yes, one of them can command people against their wills. Another one can conjure impenetrable shields that I doubt even Keron or Lewtant can shatter. The other can teleport leagues away in a blink of an eye. And the last one is a healer." "A healer," Periuz's voice was in awe. "Yes. A healer with a powerful and uncontrolled radiance," said Prowlaz. "She's definitely blindi

Before I could even turn toward the voice, a man teleported right behind Xanthea, placing his palm on her back and supplying her with the healing energy I had failed to provide. I wouldn’t have recognised him if I hadn’t seen his resume just hours ago. Azum, the current top healer student of Helxton. Special healing ability: healing via music. How the hell did a low-rank demon like him get out of the Infernal realm? Wasn’t he with Zosha in the Aile castle merely hours ago? Pheles stirred within me, glaring at his hand touching my omega. “Azum… the flute…” Xanthea whispered, and he conjured a translucent blue flute out of thin air.

Catherine died instantly in the attack. I fought desperately to drag Ethan and his father from the twisted wreckage. His father fell into a coma, while Ethan's spine was damaged—doctors said he had only a 25% chance of ever being able to shift again. Victoria disappeared right around that time. She even broke up with him via text message. 【Ethan, my family has arranged for me to study advanced healing techniques in England. I think we need to reconsider our relationship.】