Healer Restart Novels & Stories

"Now stop this foolishness and accept that you belong here. This is your new family." I glare at him, shaking my head furiously. "Don't fight me, little girl," he warns. "The last thing we need is another problem." "Then leave me alone!" I yell. "I don't belong here! Leave me alone!" His eyes narrow menacingly before turning back to normal. "Never! I'll never give up on you," he whispers. "You're too valuable for me to let you go. Having a healer gives us an advantage over the other packs. We can heal our injuries faster than they can theirs."

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.

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

"But as far as I know, Mythical Tiger Base has no one with healing powers anymore. They've lost their only healer, isn't that right?" "Nonsense! This agent was developed by our base's healing Esper, Chad Stewart. He's currently in our base, safe and sound," a follower of Janice immediately retorted. "Is that so? Didn't you take away my healing power, then did the same thing to Chad Stewart? Don't tell me there's a third healer in your base?"