Healer Restart Novels & Stories

she said gently, “but healing takes time, in body and in spirit. You’ve been through a lot Karla; give yourself the room you need to get better. No one’s expecting you to forgive or forget overnight.” I sighed and leaned back against my pillows. “Sounds easy enough,” I muttered. The Healer gave me a small smile and patted my hand. “Just one step at a time dear, that’s all any of us can do.” She turned to Alaric, giving him a nod. "I'll leave you two alone," she said. "But Karla, remember that rest is the best tool you have right now. Don't push yourself." And with that she left the room, her footsteps dying away in the hallway.

she said gently, “but healing takes time, in body and in spirit. You’ve been through a lot Karla; give yourself the room you need to get better. No one’s expecting you to forgive or forget overnight.” I sighed and leaned back against my pillows. “Sounds easy enough,” I muttered. The Healer gave me a small smile and patted my hand. “Just one step at a time dear, that’s all any of us can do.” She turned to Alaric, giving him a nod. "I'll leave you two alone," she said. "But Karla, remember that rest is the best tool you have right now. Don't push yourself." And with that she left the room, her footsteps dying away in the hallway.

“Too many. More than I can count. I would never…never…leave him again.” “This is different,” the healer said. “This is for his good.” I shook my head, tears blurring my vision. “No. No, you don’t get to say that.” “If you leave him,” he went on, unwavering, “his body will begin to recover.” My chest rose and fell erratically. “If you want him to keep decaying,” he added, his voice cutting deeper, “then stay.” My hands curled into fists. “Stop.” “If you want him to rot,” he continued, “then hold on to him.”

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.

Hunter stood with his arms folded and with a serious ‘don’t f**k with me’ face. “What?...’ I arched a brow and blinked as if I hadn't heard from the bathmaids minutes ago regarding how healers are targeted and killed. I don't even have to do anything wrong before I get killed, I can randomly be killed because I'm a healer so why am I acting surprised hearing this from Hunter?

​It was…being held. ​Contained. ​Like something inside me had taken over the process and decided how far it would go. ​The same presence from before. ​Still there. ​Still quiet. ​But no longer distant. ​“Can you fix it?” Kael asked. ​The healer hesitated, just for a second. “I can clean it and make sure there’s no remaining toxin, but whatever stopped it from spreading…that wasn’t me.” ​His jaw tightened. ​“Do what you can.”

He asked, as if there was any other new project aside from that. “Yes. Let’s be over with it right?” I smiled more. Our hospital was just a place where our healers would still do their jobs, just more professional. The plan was to open it to attract wolves from other packs. Even open slots for healers to work. “You are still looking for the rumoured divine healer?” “Yes, arrange everything.” If I want to do this, it’s only right I do it right. If I’m going to lure Raemon in, then I’ll use the opportunity to search for the divine healer, the only one who could give and take a life.

From there the story of me knowing who I am, begins. “A healer is not rare, but a common soul to be a healer is rare. Every king finds their healer eventually. Like my father has his and other kings found theirs. A healer stays with the king and helps them heal emotionally and physically. But here in the east wing healer has much more powers. The east wing has masters of the time. Time travels in a peculiar way and we manage the past, present and future simultaneously. I master the present, Aiden manages the past and my father is the most experienced hence he works with destiny to manage the future. So, the healer we get does not stay with us all along. You being a healer here will take a no

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

The Healer shrugs and walks along Soren’s side. “Perhaps…and if they are unable to help, then it seems that we must turn to international help from around the world. They may know or have methods that we have yet to try on your mother.” Healer Anderson responds with an authoritative yet calming tone. His words not only seem to soothe Soren’s ailing worry but also asserts dominance over the other Healers on the villa’s deck. Healer Anderson turns to the group. Our heads perk up and we greet him with as subtle bow of the head. He rests his hands behind his back and looks down at his, his Healer garb extenuating his salt and pepper beard.