Redo Of Healer Live Action Novels & Stories

At the reunion dinner, my adopted brother, Isaac Johnson, whispers in my ear, "The Johnson family only needs one son. You're just a country bumpkin. We don't need you here." I think he's right. So, I run straight into traffic at the intersection. My family is terrified. They rush over and manage to pull me back from the road. My sister, Rebecca Johnson, turns pale with anger and warns me not to upset Isaac again. I obediently nod. Then, late that night, I turn on the gas and leave a suicide note. "It's my fault for upsetting Isaac. I'll take the whole family to heaven with me. None of us will ever have to suffer again." My family stares at me as if I've gone mad. Later, at a party, Is

Elowen asked. “Most of it,” Mae said. “He’s stubborn. His body listened.” Kieran managed a faint, crooked smile. “Told you. Hate to ruin your Rite and your convoy in one go.” Elowen huffed an almost‑laugh. The healer—a compact woman with ink‑stained fingers and a pinched expression—stood near the hearth, arms crossed. “She wants to try more,” the healer said, jerking her chin at Elowen. “Deep healing. She thinks she can clear the rest of the trauma in one go.”

She smiles brightly again. “I’m… Eldon Thorne. Thank you for taking care of me.” “You’re welcome.” - Healers are a race of people who are loved by nature. Unlike the type Professor Sloane talked about during class, these are everyday doctors that are capable of some degree of healing. I still don’t understand the distinction but Ezra said it’s like a vet and a neurosurgeon.

I ask, already knowing whatever he’s about to get into is probably something I don’t want to talk about. “Your buddy show up lately?” I shake my head. Not as bad as I was fearing. “No. Your healer seems to know what he’s doing.” “She.” I turn my neck to look at him. “Uh?” “The healer who made the talisman is a woman.” “Oh.” Done with the last nail, I walk over to him. “Interesting.” He arches his brow. “You said she didn’t want any payment.” He nods, his gaze shifting to some place behind my shoulder.

At first, I stand at a distance waiting for the healer to notice my presence, but she doesn’t even move at my arrival, not even a flinch as I let my alpha aura roll off me and blanket the cell room. “Why did you do it?” I take a step closer, my wolf cautious not to get too close but I cannot deny this need inside of me to see her face, to see her neck. “Healer, you will answer me.” I seethe out, undeterred by her lack of response. “Do what?” “Kill the doctor.” “I’m a healer, I do not kill, I only heal. Although I’m starting to think differently on that.” Her voice has changed, a different tone to it. I could be wrong, but it didn’t even sound like the healer.

He was still hyper and sharp, but a little more calmer than before. “You’ve changed,” I said quietly my tone soft. “So have you,” she shot back instantly, eyes flicking to my chest like she could see straight through me. I stiffened. She noticed. Rhea leaned back on her palms. “Okay. But before we get to… whatever that was, you’re not dodging my questions. Start talking.” I sighed. “You first. Healer program. What did they do to you? Give me the full gists..” Rhea left for a healers program a few months ago to pursue her ambition of becoming full on healer of the pack.

Slowly, piece by piece, she was tearing my life apart. The healer began to gather her herbs again, muttering about rest and balance, about how Ari must be kept calm and watched closely. Her voice was a dull hum in my ears. I didn’t hear half of it. All I heard was the echo of her words: Stay away. Or you may kill him. Kael asked more questions, sharp and precise, his Alpha tone breaking through. “Who would dare do this? Can it be undone?” The healer shook her head. “I cannot say who. But whoever it was… they used strong power. To undo it, we would need truth. Roots. And time. But time is not kind when a child blooms too soon.”

“Exactly.” I checked the hallway first, making sure it was clear before letting Xena out of the treatment room. I led her back toward the servants' entrance, waited until she was safely through, then returned the way I had come. I had barely reached the main section of the healing quarters when hurried footsteps came from the entrance. Several healers rushed forward as a group of warriors entered, some supporting injured men between them. Blood stained their clothes, and one warrior was barely putting any weight on his left leg.

Others were darker—twisted versions of what I thought I knew, stories that mother had sanitized for her daughter's innocent ears. There were stories of Moon Healers who could mend flesh with a touch, knitting together wounds that should have been fatal, saving lives that the Goddess had already marked for the afterworld... or stop a heart from beating with the same gentle caress, stealing life as easily as granting it. Wolves who could ease a soul into peace, comforting the dying with visions of beauty and light as they passed beyond the veil... or rip one from a body in rage, condemning the victim to wander eternally, forever separated from the ancestors.

"Tomorrow night. She'll send a distraction first—something to draw your attention away from the real threat. And while you're fighting her decoys..." "The traitor makes their move," I finished. Finn nodded. "They're going to drug you or trap you or find some way to make you helpless. Then they'll hand you over to her." "Both of us?" Kael asked. "No." Finn's voice dropped to a whisper. "Just you. The plan is to kill the healer first, make you watch, break your spirit completely. Then take you to the lady while you're too destroyed to fight back." The cell fell into suffocating silence.