Healer Fantasy Novels & Stories

Never had I imagined I would meet the Chief Healer himself. The healers are a rare order of gifted werewolves specialized in divine restoration. A gift said to have come from the Moon herself. They are so scarce, so expensive, that only high-standing families can afford their services. And here, in front of me, stands the chief healer. I blink in astonishment. I'd expected the chief healer to be older, slouching. Not whoever this man was. Dorion walks further into the room with the unhurried steps of someone who knows exactly who he is and does not need to prove it.

Witches had their wands, they cast spells and made potions, witches were accepted here but dark witches which followed the way of darkness were cast out. Healers were those who could heal people, they are like modern day doctors. They have no way of defending themselves so they mostly used swords but fighting with a healer could be a bit troublesome, powerful healers wouldn’t die unless they have their heart stabbed. If their heart isn’t stabbed then they would regenerate their body again. They all had stages of their powers which could be called phases, phase 1 been the least powerful and phase 10 been the most powerful.

I’ve been keeping tabs on both Parker and Felicity for the last six months. She sent me here to reprogram the safe room and watch Felicity as her pregnancy progressed as well as keep a close eye on Parker. He's the one she wants. The moment she found out that he was still alive, it became an obsession to obtain him for the collection. She has a future teller already, so Felicity is just a bonus to her. Parker is the real goal. Healers are the most sought after blessed creature in the world. Their powers go beyond anything known by man. The thought of bringing a person back to life after death is the making of a good zombie horror movie, but not a reality that many know about.

In one fluid motion, Luca shifted, his body shimmering with violet and golden light, fur erupting along his limbs like lightning striking from within. His eyes—no longer the gentle brown I knew—burned with a radiant white glow that pierced the gloom. I stared, heart pounding, as his wolf form took shape—tall, sleek, yet radiating a raw, ancient power that shook me to my core. This wasn’t the healer I knew. This was a being of myth—The Healer. Not just a name, but a prophecy born into flesh. His silver-glowing fur glinted beneath the torchlight, and magic hummed around him like a living aura.

Sally was already thinking of a better way to console her friend, but surprisingly, Martha didn't call her to cry or whine on her shoulders. "I think...I might know of a solution for my brother" Martha said, looking around to be sure no one was closeby. Sally's eyes gushed with both curiosity and confusion. "Okay. What is it?" She asked and Martha took another beady look around. "Last night", she began. "I was going through some history books and noticed there were a set of people called Healers". "Healers?" Sally repeated. "Yes. They are people with special healing abilities and able to cure even the rarest sickness on earth".

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.

Without hesitation, Zen replied, “I want to support my friends while they are in combat and become the safe space that they can fall back on in the heat of a battle, to watch over them like a guardian angel providing them assistance by watching their backs.” It was a perfect answer. Father Clarence did not make a mistake in bestowing this young man with his favour. Although Zen appeared to wield twin daggers created by Ben and a special armour from Paul, his heart was one of a healer. Healers must be selfless by nature, and Zen understood the role of a healer completely. The ability to heal is a gift from god, not meant to be hoarded selfishly. “You passed the test,” Father Mark chuckled. “I

Bundches of dried herbs lavender, sage, and bitter wolfsbane hung from the rafters, swaying gently in the draft from the heavy oak door. This was the Healer’s Hall, a sanctuary of stone and spirit tucked deep within the Silverfang territory. My body felt strange light, as if the heavy chains that had been dragging me down for years had suddenly snapped. There was a dull ache in my ribs, but beneath it, a new pulse of energy was drumming against my skin. "Elara? Oh, praise the Moon Mother! You’re awake!"

she called again, and his eyes opened, his smile coming automatically. "Hey" "Where did you get wounded? You're not the type" she said worriedly, touching the wound. He held her hand to stop her, and she took it. "I'll be right back" She rushed down the balcony and came back three minutes later with a lip balm and bud. "What's this?" He asked as she opened it. "Healing lip balm, just let me apply. You can't keep going around with a wounded lip" she replied. "Does that bother you" He replied, and their eyes locked.

Since when had I been vain? Healer Iaso stepped into the room, bouncing a ball of fire in her outstretched palm. “This is a concentrated sphere of healing encased in Hellfire.” She floated it across the room. “In the event of illness or an emergency, draw upon it, and the magic will restore you to health.” “Thanks,” I said as the cool flame sank into my chest. “Do you have any preferences?” she asked.