Healer Restart Novels & Stories

“No, don’t do that. Not you.” Her eyelids fluttered open, vision blurred with tears she didn’t remember allowing. Lila watched her quietly, as if she’d seen this a hundred times and never gotten used to it. “You can’t force recovery,” the healer said gently. “You can only support it.” Haley wiped her face hard with the back of her hand, angry at herself for the weakness. Angry at the tears. Angry at the way her body trembled like she’d forgotten how to be strong. “How long?”

Even so, Christian did not want Master Howton to continue pestering Quinn. Therefore, he looked at him and solemnly said, “Master Howton, I told you just now that there is not only the Healing Pill in this world but also the Rejuvenating Pill. It can cure all sicknesses and make people twenty years younger. Rather than holding on to the Healing Pill, you might as well look for the Rejuvenating Pill.” Master Howton widened his eyes in shock to hear this, completely dumbfounded.

“Tis is always to be here.” “And you are Steve Kane, the challenged.” Grimkeeper said as he like he was certain. Steve noticed that the man’s eyes were stark black orbs with no iris or white. Grimkeeper sniffed loudly. “You smell sweetly of death,” he said it like it was a compliment. “So many lives have died by your hands.” Emma was unnerved by the way the black-eyed man spoke. His voice was familiar but Emma was so confused that she could not place it. “And you are the Healer who also holds death in her hands,” Grimkeeper said with a smile. Emma shivered uncomfortably as she looked into his eyes. She saw…nothing and everything in the strange being’s eyes. She averted her eyes unable to mai

All the healers who participated in the cover-up received severe disciplinary action. However, because they confessed and I spoke on their behalf, explaining they had been coerced, the Council decided on a lighter sentence. Their healer's marks were downgraded, and their packs' territorial resources and neutral zone privileges were reduced.

He gazes upon me with black eyes and cool demeanor. “How do I know you are a true healer? For all I know, the rumors of you being human could be real!” Rumors? Didn’t know there were rumors about me. That is a bit unsettling. I was done with this a**hat’s attitude. I stomp over to him and grab his hand and squeeze tight. A small glow of light came from our connection, and I heard a sharp intake of breath. I close my eyes and search for a simple gray cloud. As much as I don’t want to heal anything from this b*stard, I guess I have to prove my integrity just for face sake. I find a small gray bubble towards the back of his realm and look inside. I see a battle going on and he is fighting a rog

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

But his equal. A quiet voice rises behind me, Koa, speaking for the first time in hours. “You’re no longer just a girl who heals. You’re the Healer. Of this age. Of this war.” I nod once. Let the enemies come. Let the wolves howl. I will not run. I will not tremble. I will stand.

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

Alone. This was pure survival now. Evening came too fast, and the chief healer, Ms. Darkmoon, handed me the tonic. It was a warm, small cup with a specific mixture even I could not identify, no matter how much I stared at it. “Do not spill it, and do not linger.” I took it and walked the corridors toward the Alpha’s wing, just as the healers described. Although now and then, I paused to verify directions from the guards that littered the halls.

“What does it do?” “It weakens the body.” The room fell completely silent. “It will not kill him.” I folded my arms across my chest. “It will simply slow his recovery.” The healer did not touch the bottle. “I refuse.” His answer came so quickly that it almost amused me. “I have not finished speaking.” “I do not need you to.” His eyes remained fixed on mine. “I became a healer to save lives, not destroy them.” A small smile appeared on my face. “You are making this sound far worse than it is.”