Redo Of Healer Flare Novels & Stories

He asked. "It's about your healer. Since I am the only healer in SnowMoon and I left them without an exchange, I want to ask one of your healer to replace me. Can you send one of them to my old pack. They need a healer now since a lot of girls are giving birth this month." I requested. "You want me to give my healer to your pack?" He said, looking seriously in my eyes. "Yes." I answered. "You're asking to much Adellee." I'm shocked at his response. "As you can see, Imelda was an old woman, making her stay at your old pack will make her sick, not to mention the weather there was different." He said.

Since when had I been vain? Healer Iaso stepped into the room, bouncing a ball of fire in her outstretched palm. “This is a concentrated sphere of healing encased in Hellfire.” She floated it across the room. “In the event of illness or an emergency, draw upon it, and the magic will restore you to health.” “Thanks,” I said as the cool flame sank into my chest. “Do you have any preferences?” she asked.

The vision changed. She stood on a mountain, clad in armor of obsidian and gold. Below her, thousands—no, millions—knelt. Wolves, dragons, humans, all bowing to her. At her side stood the Grimkeeper, no longer shrouded in shadows, but formed fully. His skin gleamed with divine power, and in his eyes were stars. “Together,” he whispered, “we will rule a world without sickness, without death, without war. You will be its queen. The Flame Reborn.”

“During severe flare periods, even his scent changes.” I swallowed slowly. “What kind of scent?” Ella looked genuinely uncomfortable now. “Like death,” she admitted softly. “And burnt silver.” God. No wonder everyone looked tense around him. “So what happened with the wheelchair?” Ella exhaled slowly. “When the current nearly killed him, Alpha Dax searched everywhere for a solution. Eventually he brought a healer from the old northern sanctuaries.” Ancient healer territory. Interesting. “The healer performed something called a Vein-Sealing Rite.”

I stealthily checked on them as I was concerned that the healers might harm them, and thank goodness they only fought a little and got tied and carried like a sack of rice too. "Oh, the territory is not in this area?" I asked. "No. Do you already forget how our territory moves?" "Haha. no. I was just confused for a moment." The flock of healers, consisting of 52 members, travels in the air in groups. It will look beautiful from the ground if they see a flock of flying creatures with sparkling and dazzling wings. Healers are really narcissists. I bet they will be in the news soon. They rarely do this kind of sh*t, and they will attract a lot of attention, which will fit greatly with my plan.

The healer was already present, a young woman who had been with the pack since Orion became the Alpha. She held her hands over Kalista's chest, directly above her heart. Her healing would start from Kalista's heart and revive her. Jade and Orion stood beside her while a few of Orion's warriors stood by the door. The atmosphere turned tense as they waited for the healer to revive Kalista. Suddenly, the healer gasped and snatched her hand away from Kalista's chest. "What's wrong, Coral?" Orion asked worriedly. Coral, the healer, stared at her the bloody scar on her palm. She slowly turned and showed her palm to Jade and Orion.

I had to know two major things from her. With a finger to her cheek, her gaze pierced into my soul, "The bond will be restored once the destruction magic is eradicated. Spell leaves invisible residues. Healers are whitelighters that can remove the bad and reinstate the good. Therefore healers can repel dark energy. Look....."

But it was still deep, and still not something that would heal overnight. The physician leaned in slightly, studying it. “Interesting,” he murmured. He reached out, his hand hovering just above the wound without touching it. “Your healing rate is accelerated,” he told me. “But inconsistent.” “What does that mean?” I asked. “It means your body is attempting to repair the damage at a rate that exceeds normal parameters,” he said. “But it lacks the refinement to do so efficiently.” “Speak plainly,” I said. He glanced up at me. “It’s your wolf. Flora wolves are known for accelerated healing powers,” he said. “But your wolf is young. She’s trying. But she’s not fully succeeding.”

“But what good can a healer do who herself is a broken shell of the person she used to be?” Ezra instantly shook her head in denial. “Flora might be scarred but she is far from broken. I’ve seen the spark of life in her, felt her determination. You yourself just told me how dedicated her determination is. Then have faith that she can give us the answers we have been looking for. Have faith that she can heal the rogue Alpha.”

The blood that bled there shimmered under the sunlight that filtered through the windows, one red, one dark with hints of violet. Their scents mingled in the air. Fated. The healer’s voice dropped to a low, ancient-sounding chant. She reached into the folds at her waist and pulled out a small container sealed tight with twine. With a flick of her wrist, she opened it and tossed its contents over their bodies in one practiced motion. The dry red powder billowed above them, hanging thickly in the air like a fog. It shimmered briefly in the slanted sunlight slipping through the shaded windows, then it dropped, settling over them like ash before vanishing into nothing.