Redo Of A Healer Novels & Stories

My grip on the scalpel loosened causing it to make a clunking noise that immediately took me back to truth. I was fueled by the need to save Samuel. I couldn’t let one inconvenience dictate my ability because Samuel couldn’t die—at least not this way, not because of me… With a big chunk of fear blocking my chest, I still performed what I thought was necessary. I did everything I could do to repair Samuel’s punctured liver and leave the rest to his wolf. He’s healing. But because of the blood he already lost, his wolf’s healing ability doesn’t make much difference. After inserting the last stitch onto his skin, I cut the excess thread, covering his body with a white blanket.

Due Johannes’ unconsciousness the strength of the domain battle ground was decreased but it was still intact, the functions and the powers of the contracted spirits were still enough to deal damage to the rampaging ender heart. I held Johann in my hand as lady healer continued to pour nature’s healing power to him. Johann’s eyes were half open; he was conscious now but was still weakened perhaps because of the ender heart’s influence. “I could only do this much, the rest, Johann should take the initiative to heal, especially completely waking up from that illusion he is in,” lady healer said as the light surrounding Johann vanished. I turned my face to Johann, his face was becoming as pale a

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.

My blood froze. I leaned forward, ears straining. The rogue let out a guttural laugh. “Sarah will be pleased.” “Tell her it’s done,” the healer replied without hesitation. “The Luna won’t last long.” For a second, the world tilted. My jaw slackened, my heart hammering so loud I thought they’d hear it. The healer. Our healer. The man sworn to guide us spiritually, to heal us with his hands, his words, his connection to the ancestors—standing in the woods, conspiring with a rogue. With Sarah.

A Soma Fang move taught only to true Healers and Warriors. She struck Terra square in the chest with her knee—an impact that shattered the succubus’s ribcage and hurled her into the far wall. The mirror behind Terra cracked, then exploded into shards of glass and light. Silence. Terra groaned, pinned in a crater of stone and smoke. Her tail hung limp. Her horns were fractured. Blood dripped from her mouth. Emma staggered, bruised and bleeding, but upright. “It’s over,” she said hoarsely.

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."

“I’ll prove I’m not my father’s daughter.” Thoran’s smile was cruel. “And how will you do that? You have nothing to offer us. No wolf nor strength.” My jaw clenched, but before I could respond, a sharp gust of wind tore through the courtyard. The air shimmered strangely, the lights flickering as shadows rippled across the ground. Every head turned. It was the healer. But he didn’t look the same. His eyes glowed blood-red just like earlier, and his movements were unnatural. His staff clattered to the ground as he lifted a shaking hand toward the sky.

Kendalf laid his hands on Zendedari, closed his eyes, and sent himself seeking outside his own body and into Zendedari’s. The physical wounds had begun to heal, with the exception of the one Caitlin had just repaired. Kendalf examined her work, found it flawless. She was a true healer, human or not. Few could have equaled her medical expertise. He began the painstaking project of healing Zendedari from the inside out.

"That still doesn't mean she belongs here." I spoke before Beckett could. "Then I'll leave." Beckett turned toward me. "No, you won't." I looked at him, "You already did enough." "You saved my life. I am not sending you back onto that road." He turned to Ben. "I owe her." Ben's jaw tightened as he looked at me again. "What exactly can you do?" "I'm a healer," I said. "I can treat wounds, illnesses, fevers, injuries. I can help."

I said, my voice shaking slightly. "Good," he replied, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "VH14 is a drug that was created by your father, as you may or may not know. When injected into the body, the person who receives it will follow the first instruction given to them by the first person they see. They'll see that person as their master, as their God, and will be willing to do anything to please them, even if it means killing themselves."