Redo Of The Healer Novels & Stories

“Her heartrate is steadying.” I barely heard Nox’s voice, or the pop as Reese appeared in the dorm. Spots danced in my vision, but I was able to see the herd of healers he’d brought with him, along with Hakeem. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered Nox barking orders, warning the others not to touch me or move Natasha from my grasp. The healers set to work, placing hands along her body in a group attempt to knit together the fatal wounds Slade had caused. Minutes passed and my vision darkened, the colors and sounds melting into a tangled mess I couldn’t begin to sort through.

"Now stop this foolishness and accept that you belong here. This is your new family." I glare at him, shaking my head furiously. "Don't fight me, little girl," he warns. "The last thing we need is another problem." "Then leave me alone!" I yell. "I don't belong here! Leave me alone!" His eyes narrow menacingly before turning back to normal. "Never! I'll never give up on you," he whispers. "You're too valuable for me to let you go. Having a healer gives us an advantage over the other packs. We can heal our injuries faster than they can theirs."

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

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.

He walked straight to Fenris and gave a quick, respectful bow. "Alpha," he said. Then he turned to Sera. "Luna." He dropped to his knees beside my chair, opening his bag and pulling out rolls of clean linen and jars of sharp-smelling salves. I looked at his face. I recognized him. This was the same healer who had been in the cellar when they killed the chief. The one who had watched me mold the clay. Of course they were using the same person for their dirty business. In a keep this size, you only ever trust the ones who are already covered in the same blood as you.

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

The healer looks at her directly. “This is beyond anything in the records,” he says. Donovan’s posture changes immediately. Iris does not speak. The healer continues. “The injury was not just healed. It was removed. Fully. Cleanly. That level of restoration is not documented in any known ability progression.” Iris finally looks past him. Through the open door, Oliver is sitting quietly on the floor, drawing something with a piece of charcoal. Normal. Still a child. The healer lowers his voice. “This is not early development,” he says. “This is something else entirely.”

Her skin is still cold and her breathing shallow, but the faintest hint of color begins to return to her cheeks. “She needs the healer now,” Elysia says, her voice firm. “The poison may be gone, but the damage it’s done… it’s beyond our abilities to heal.” As if on cue, the doors burst open, and Logan strides in, the ancient healer by his side. The healer, an elderly woman with eyes that seem to hold centuries of wisdom, approaches without hesitation, her hands glowing with a soft, soothing light.

“Then there will be no need to extract your blood anymore, King Archie and if I don't follow my procedure, I might not be able to call out the toxic that had been rendered inactive thanks to your blood… the healing process wouldn't be completed.” Rahela seemed like she was much more than a physician because the only set of people that could call out poisons from the body of a Lycan and other supernaturals were healers… Rahela couldn't be a healer… no healer would talk to Kovan gently. “Do as you believe is right and would be helpful, Healer….” Okay, that had me gasping for air and struggling to turn my stiff neck to the opposite direction so I could see the Rahela that had just been addresse