Redo Of Healer Novels & Stories

she demanded. “She’s not physically injured,” another voice cut in calmly. It was the healer. The young one with ancient eyes she stepped forward, her gaze locked onto me. “But her soul is.” I didn’t understand what that meant and I didn’t care because the pain still felt like I was dying. Knox tightened his hold on me. “Fix it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. The healer didn’t react to his tone, she simply knelt beside me. “Easy,” she murmured.

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

All I can do is sit and stand in one place while staring at the metal door or thinking of my love, Winston Luca. Oh! Are you wondering how I survived a full month without sunlight, food, water, or anything else? It's because I am a "Healer." Healers are humanoid creatures who have supernatural abilities to heal. Depending on our abilities, our lifespan can range from a hundred to a thousand years. People confuse us with the elves, but we don't have pointy ears; we are just extremely attractive humanoids. But don't worry; I'm still a young healer. I am a healthy 28-year-old healer who belongs to the Arco clan. I am an alpha, but I refused to join my clan or help my family manage our clan. The

Silence so complete I could hear the frost cracking on the greenhouse glass behind me. Tarn didn’t flinch. But something moved behind his eyes. His gaze dropped to my mouth for one beat, then back up. He caught himself. I caught him catching himself. “My father sentenced a healer to death,” he said. “I’m standing here because I need one alive.” His voice was controlled. His hands were not. At his sides, his fingers opened and closed once, like he was stopping himself from reaching for something. I didn’t think it was a weapon.

The room spun, I gripped the edge of the bed as dizziness crashed over me. “Enough,” Darius said sharply, as the monitors beeped faster. Kael stepped forward, but Darius raised a hand. “Her healing gift isn’t incomplete,” he said calmly. “It’s overflowing.” Everyone stared at him. “Red Moon-born healers generate an enormous amount of spiritual energy,” she continued. “Far more than a standard healer. Without a balancing force nearby, that excess energy becomes unsteady. It lashes back at the healer instead of dispersing safely after helping the patient.”

Inside me, Zyka stirs, her presence growing stronger, fueled by the same fear and fury that courses through my veins. The barrier that's been holding her back shatters. Zyka springs forth, her energy merging with mine in a burst of primal power. My restraints snap like twigs under the force of her strength. I leap off the table, the doctor's eyes widening in shock as I grab him and throw him aside. He hits the wall with a thud, crumpling to the floor like a rag doll.

My Carnelia, once so full of life and fire now lies silent and still. Having this healer in my space is a violation. No one is allowed in my space. I can smell his hands on my things and it is taking every scrap of grace I have not to rip his fingers from his hands. Especially after he tends to her. I want to kill him for even looking at so much of her tender flesh. Despite his ministrations over several days, this fool healer continues to fail in his treatment of her. He poked at her and told me obvious things like “she has lost a lot of blood,” and “she will need to eat soon or she might die.” If he were not a gift from my sister, his internal organs would serve as decorations for my chamb

Even a broken man who is trying to live, the striveness itself defines he can be a hero. The stranger with a crushed broken heart turned into my lifeline and made him into the man he is today. The affect is dragging a sinner from the pits of hell and raising him into my heaven, allowing him Redemption and freedom from the demons of his past. He is the hero, he is the deserved hero, and this is Mr. Alexander Hamilton's REDEMPTION. THE END ******

I stated, dropping seamlessly from the sky and landing beside Xander's battered, bleeding body. I instantly placed my hands over his torn chest, routing a soothing, low-frequency stream of pure healing data into his overclocked heart. His breathing stabilized, the radioactive crimson returning to his eyes as his golden scales began to stitch his flesh back together. I looked back at Malakor, my amber eyes burning with the unholy, solar brilliance of a supreme administrator.

I’m not afraid of an egotistical asshole like him. ———————————— I watched Lilly walk out of my room looking hurt. I felt a stab in my heart, I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t even know why I was so cold towards her. Armond fucked everything up like he always seems to do. I have to figure out how I can make this up to Lilly, but right now I need a cold shower. I felt better after the shower, I had a clearer head and felt more relaxed. I decided to send Lilly a message in hopes it would smooth things over.