روايات وقصص ضمن Redo Of Healer

I wanted to yank his ear like a naughty kid, but the healer was right there, so I settled for digging my nails into his thigh under the table. “Shut up,” I muttered under my breath, trying to ignore the way my pulse suddenly picked up. He chuckled softly. “Not my fault your body agrees with me and the pup likes me.” God. Such a shameless man. The healer cleared her throat, cheeks faintly pink, and bowed her head slightly toward Dax. The healer cleared her throat gently, bringing my attention back. “There is something else,” she said, turning slightly toward Dax now, her posture straightening as she bowed her head slightly.

That’s what warriors do; they protect the lives of their superiors and the rest of the pack members. My head whipped around to meet Healer Aric. He is a healer from the neighboring pack. A tall, lean man with pools of forest green eyes. His dark hair falls in waves around his face, framing sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline. There is a sense of quiet strength in his stature and in his hands, weathered from years of healing work.

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.

Red didn’t even bother to lift his eye up to Six, he just brought both hands to the wound on her side and started pressing down until Maryan was howling in pain. “Yeah, well I ain’t exactly human.” A flash of white lightning started to crackle from his hands and Maryan’s howls of pain became louder. All of a sudden her cries stopped and her head fell lifelessly to the pavement. Red pulled his hands away from her after a few more seconds and the large deep wound that had once been there was gone. He’s a healer?! Red’s breathing was labored as he stared at Maryan’ furry face. He ran his hand over her head and smiled slightly at the feeling. After a moment he leaned forward and whispered one wo

Especially someone I would come to love. And now Luna Jenna of the Red Pine Pack, the rare healer, has offered to heal me provided her Alpha husband agrees. The healing would rid me of the pain that plagues my body. I am skeptical it can be done. She had started to heal my brother, but he ran out of time. His rogue tendencies stopped him from fully embracing his healing. Instead, he clung to a hope that he would be able to take Jenna as his mate. That of course did not happen.

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....."

She didn’t even know where to even begin shielding herself from someone like him. Not that she thought he would hurt her…especially, when he saved her life once already—especially, when she was the healer of his pack as he had claimed. Right? “I will never force you,” he said instead, and that was like a punch to all her thoughts from a second ago. They all scattered right on the floor. Meaningless out of the sudden. Dhara swallowed, not ready to believe him just yet. He was clearly desperate to bring the healer back to his pack. He wouldn’t give up just like that now, would he?

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

"I'm Roman Blackthorn, Alpha of the Shadowfang pack. And you, little healer, are either very brave or very foolish." "Probably both," I admitted, pulling my wrist from his grip. "Now, are you done with the intimidation routine, or should I leave you to heal yourself?" His lips twitched. "Continue." I worked in silence after that, hyperaware of his eyes following my every move. The wounds were deep, but his supernatural healing was already kicking in. Still, without treatment, they could be fatal even for a werewolf. "These weren't made by normal wolves," I said finally, stitching a particularly nasty gash.

teasing her. “ no ” she answered and I smiled. “ very well, carry on with the execution ” the blade was drawn and she was made to kneel , I would cut off the hands that touched her later ,for now I wanted to take note of her reactions. “ we pray the goddess thy soul to keep ” the Pack chanted , like we do others that has died by the blade . her mind seemed to come to a conclusion. “ wait ! I can heal you Emperor. ” I laughed.