Healer Fantasy Novels & Stories

Potek isn't even affected by the Death Aura and he's still funny like that. "S-Alright then and I'll do it so that your brother might lose his Energy and die." I give up. Then I approached Sephtis. But as I got closer and closer, I could see that the invisible fire healer I made was being destroyed. Shit is this Fantasian really this strong. "Hey brother, why are you shaking all over there? Come on and let's hurry!” The girl with putting hair asked suddenly while pulling me. So the ending, I was able to get close to Sephtis's body, but it seemed like my Energia was drained from her earlier.

Just like that, Crown Prince Khaled’s body was fully restored, his vitality renewed and his magical energy replenished. The bruises scattered across his skin, the wound along his left rib, even the deep sword slash on his back, all vanished. You might wonder how this happened? Let me tell you. I am Heron, the royal healer. Unlike the priests who wield divine power, mine is quite unique. I was once just an ordinary citizen, until fate awakened the Mark of the Faithful within me. The God of Lust had come to the mortal realm out of boredom. I was gathering herbs in the woods to craft potions.

"I only know how to heal wounds, not illnesses." The priest smiled kindly. "You can. You just haven’t realized it yet." His gaze softened. "Do you remember the first night Damian attacked and Luca was stabbed?" Cathrine looked at him in surprise. "How do you know that? You weren’t there." The priest chuckled. "Everyone has their gifts. I can see both the past and the future—and so can you heal." Cathrine’s eyes widened. "So…what about that night?" Cathrine's voice was barely a whisper as she looked at the priest.

Each time my daughter fell into these spells, the healer seemed to struggle more than usual to revive her. The healer etched with age. Her face full of wisdom and kindness, stayed by the bedside after y daughter had woken up. Her fingertips glowing softly from the healing magic she had used to revive the little girl. Her gaze filled with compassion. "She’s strong," the healer murmured, her voice low. "She’s fighting, but whatever this is… it’s deeply rooted, Mira. Beyond my abilities. You might need to seek out something… stronger.” Her words sent a shiver down my spine. Each word reminding me of how fragile my little one's life had become. My chest tightened, I couldn't breathe, my mind rac

He was running out of options. Then Alven stepped forward, his face unreadable. "There's one final thing we can attempt."Liam turned to him quickly, almost violently. "What is it?" Alven hesitated. "There's a healer unlike any here."Liam's jaw tightened. "Who is she?" "The Forgotten Healer," Alven replied, his tone heavy with significance and something unknown. "She lives beyond our world. Some believe she's a spirit, others say she predicts time itself. But one thing is certain she might be the only one capable of saving Gwen."

"But first, I must secure a permanent position at a healing sanctuary." "Work for my keep," the command left my lips instantly. I wanted her locked safely inside my territory forever. She let out an uncomfortable chuckle. "Doing what, Kairo? I am a traditional wilderness healer, not a high-keep administrator." She truly chose to remain oblivious to the dark realities of the alpha war. "Not all my territory business involves treaties and council laws," I stated firmly, leaning in so she could smell my intent. "The Nightfang warriors are constantly defending our borders. My elite fighters require the hands of a master Moon Healer every single day."

The only explanation behind the glowing garden was him, but there was no explanation behind the witchcraft. I desperately looked to him for answers. When did he recognize me? How did he create the glow? His eyes looked farther away as he launched into his tale, his voice low and soft. “When I was young, I was lost in the forest and almost died because of a warrior’s betrayal,” he said, his hazel eyes darkening, “A beautiful healer found me. She healed my body and my mind and then gave me a crystal stone.”

It was Eryndor Valerius, my teacher from the Obsidian Pack, the Holy Healer. "Freya, I heard your Marking Ceremony is approaching. But I want to try one last time. Are you certain you don’t want to come to Obsidian? "You are the most gifted Healer of this generation. The Healing Order has kept the Chief Healer position for you. "Even if you become Luna after forming your Mate Bond, the influence of Obsidian’s Healing Sanctum cannot be ignored. If you dedicate yourself to research, your future won’t be inferior to that of a Luna."

After a long pause, he finally said, “I have seen changes like this before, but only in very few healers. These healers are rare and they usually prefer to live far from the rest of us. They keep to themselves, often at the edge of our borders, avoiding interaction with packs unless it is necessary. In Crescent Moon Pack, there are two such healers. If there is anyone who can help you control this power before it harms you or the child, it will be them.” I exchanged a glance with Raya, who gave me a small reassuring nod.

I’m about to tell him that I’m glad I could help, when I hear Buppig’s voice nearby. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night A shiver runs up my spine, every hair on my body stands on end and I feel Hera push forward. It feels like electricity, or magic just filled the air. It’s Ailduin’s voice that continues. She will begin to heal He who is broken There is only one Who can heal such pain I turn and look at him. His eyes move from Buppig’s to mine. “The third prophecy. The one we call The Healer.”