Redo Of Healer Novels & Stories

The day Alpha Kyle Locke came to deliver the marking token, he brought two, just like always, and let my sister Serafina Voss choose first. One was a custom-made moonstone collar, a specialty piece from Frost. The other was a wolf fang pendant, the kind sold in every shop in town. Neither of us said anything. Everyone just waited for Serafina to reach out first. Never mind that this token had been chosen for my marking ceremony with Kyle, not hers. But this time, I moved first. My fingers landed on the moonstone. I spoke before anyone else could. "Can I be the one to choose, this time?" Kyle frowned. "Ella, Serafina's health is delicate. The moonstone will help settle her wolf. Yours i

I said to the healer. The healer who was a lady in her mid-twenties nodded at me in fright. She had short red hair and a pair of lemon eyes with a little mole underneath her lip. “I’ll do my best,” she said. I moved closer to her until we were face to face. I could feel the fear oozing off her. Something I loved so much. I had made a mistake with Lusia’s previous healer. There was no way I was going to do the same thing again.

Nolan waved at Seara and shouted, “I’ll stop by during your break, Beautiful!” In the academy’s medical room, Seara tried to focus. Healer Winona—a meticulous middle-aged female wolf healer—accompanied her. In front of them was a guard soldier suffering from a shoulder fracture due to combat training. "Remember, Seara. You are a non-dominant healer," Winona explained. "You cannot force the energy out. You have to feel it flow like water filling the cracks in the broken bones. Place your hands on his shoulder, close your eyes, and imagine the bones coming back together."

"Yours is actively healing curse damage in real-time.” "We already knew that," Kael said curtly. "Ah, but did you understand why?" Dr. Ashford's excitement was infectious despite Kael's hostility. "Miss Sena, your bloodline isn't just common—you're descended from the original lunar healers. The ones who could purify corrupted magic itself." My breath caught. "That's impossible. Those bloodlines died out centuries ago."

The scene was chaotic, but I ignored them and looked at the doctor. "How is the patient's condition?" Dr. Patterson removed his protective gear and nodded at me. "His condition is stable. He regained consciousness briefly, said what he needed to say, then fell back asleep. However, from now on he cannot engage in any strenuous activity."

And then she was gone. The rage that had ignited in him that day still smoldered, lingering in the dark recesses of his heart. He’d vowed vengeance upon all healers that day, eradicating them so none could ever wield the power they’d denied his mate. And now, here was evidence that one had survived. Maxwell’s voice cut through his reverie. “The healer wolf, my Lord, appears to have lost her connection to her wolf spirit, leaving her far more vulnerable and… more human,” he continued, measuring his words.

That was not sustainable, what if something happened to the healer? “Well, there’s Heather’s dad who’s the current town healer. Heather’s been trying to study but her father doesn’t want her getting mixed up too much with the other packs as a healer. He’d rather have her do the administration and reception work.” Rose gave Jules a warning look. She was talking far to freely to these guys and it was giving her all sorts of warning signs that something wasn’t right.

“You really know nothing of the Night Shadows; one scratch, and you are as good as dead. The deeper your injuries, the faster you die. You don’t try to be a hero when you come across one, you do yourself a favour and run.” I stood there, speechless, thinking of what could had become of Trisha and I if the Shadows successfully caught up with us. I was deep in regrets of what could have been, till Elera snapped me out of it. “Healer.” She said, in a low tone. “What?” I asked. “You taking care of that werewolf victim is the work of a healer. Healers deal with most cases caused by the supernatural. You are a healer, and trust me, you’ll encounter more failure than success. You will watch many pe

She needed to find Elmund, needed to tell him everything that had just happened, needed some kind of anchor to steady herself against the whirlwind of revelations crashing through her mind. But her feet refused to move, rooted to the stone floor as if her body understood something her mind hadn't yet caught up to. The healer's plan was doomed to fail. The healer knew it would fail. And yet she intended to proceed anyway, driven purely by spite and jealousy and the twisted satisfaction of watching Gianna disappear from the world, regardless of whether it actually saved Nolan or not. Had the healer ever intended to save him at all? Or was this entire ritual simply a vehicle for revenge, dresse

His eyes are almost full red so I violently pulled his nape and captured his lips aggressively. I tasted his tears but I continue to enter his mouth using my tongue. And then I used my last strength to give him my powerful healing. It feels like a strong wind bursts out from our location. Everyone who are wounded and triggering their Redos suddenly feels better. As I close my eyes, I feel my comrades raised up and together, they continue to attack. Jevro whispered to me but I couldn't hear it clearly. "You fucking monster! I'll kill you!" Before everything gets dark around me, I heard Jevro's loud voice. And I lost consciousness..