Redo Of The Healer Novels & Stories

Due Johannes’ unconsciousness the strength of the domain battle ground was decreased but it was still intact, the functions and the powers of the contracted spirits were still enough to deal damage to the rampaging ender heart. I held Johann in my hand as lady healer continued to pour nature’s healing power to him. Johann’s eyes were half open; he was conscious now but was still weakened perhaps because of the ender heart’s influence. “I could only do this much, the rest, Johann should take the initiative to heal, especially completely waking up from that illusion he is in,” lady healer said as the light surrounding Johann vanished. I turned my face to Johann, his face was becoming as pale a

"They built a weapon. This entire Theatre is a massive transmitter. If we play the Zero Tape, it won't just heal the people in Owerri—it will permanently rewrite the 'Void' code in every brain on the continent." Julian stepped behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he looked at the console. "It’s a 'System Restore' for humanity, Elara. But to trigger it, you have to stay connected to the transmitter. The surge... it could burn out the 'Gold' in your blood forever. You’d just be a normal girl again. No more hum. No more light." I looked at the "Gold" scar on my arm, then back at the microphone. I thought of my 410 readers. I thought of the students at FUTO. I thought of the life I wa

And in this harsh werewolf world, that was rare. My throat tightened. My child would never have a stable life. No. I couldn't let that happen. “Maybe… I am not the Healer,” I said. “If two Healers cannot exist at the same time, then I must be the imposter, just as the priestess claimed. The other woman with the same mark must be the true Healer.” “No.” The Guardian’s voice turned sharp. “I can smell your blood, child. You are the true Healer. The other woman is the fraud. She must have forged the mark through forbidden means.”

Why wasn’t it healing? Then it hit me. Back at my ex-pack’s palace, I’d learned that if I went even a week without treating wolves, my healing abilities would begin to weaken. I never understood why that happened, but here it was again — proof that it was real. If I wanted to keep my gift — my career — I had to use it. With that resolve, I made up my mind. I would start healing again today. Determined, I dragged myself into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The warm water soothed my aching muscles. Afterward, I stepped out, wrapping a towel tightly around myself.

And whoever came would choose a Luna from the existing pack to seal the claim. I didn’t have rank. I didn’t have a wolf. I was Linden Briar, the dead healer’s daughter. The pack didn’t overlook me. They looked away on purpose. Easier to pretend I didn’t exist than to think too hard about what I could put in their next tincture. That silence was the safest thing about me. I ground valerian for the sleep tinctures the pack would need tonight. Measured henbane into careful doses for the grief that would settle into body aches by morning. Made myself useful. Let them keep ignoring me.

So how was I developing unexpected abilities? Perhaps it had something to do with the rebirth. “Ah. You’re awake.” A soft voice pulled me out of my deep thoughts, and I looked over to see a healer in a crisp white uniform standing at the foot of my bed. She was a middle-aged woman with kind eyes but a downturned mouth—the kind of face one gets from seeing a lot of horrible things in one’s life, but carries on anyway. Kael cleared his throat. “She says someone attacked her and used wolf venom on her.” He sighed and turned to the healer. “She fabricated a story for attention. I’m sorry for wasting your—”

“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

Denise cried out, covering her mouth in horror. "SHE'S DYING!" I roared, my Alpha aura bursting outward in a blind, violent panic. "SHE'S ACTUALLY DYING RIGHT NOW! PLUG IT BACK IN! PLUG IT BACK IN IMMEDIATELY!" I lunged forward, grabbing the head healer by his robes, dragging him back toward the bed. "RESTORE THE ARRAYS! SAVE HER! DO IT NOW!" "I-I'm trying, Lord Hector!" the healer panicked, his hands shaking so badly he couldn't form the magical symbols. "The arrays aren't connecting! Her body is rejecting the magic!"

"But... I... need... a... human... heart... to... ground... the... upload. A... bridge." Kael stepped forward, but Drax shook his head. "Not... you... Architect. You... are... too... much... Wolf. I... need... the... Healer." Elara looked at Kael. She saw the fear in his eyes-the terror of losing the one person who kept his soul anchored. She stepped toward the throne. "I've spent my life healing the broken," Elara said softly. "What's one more machine?" The Resonance of the Red Elara placed her hands on the cold, chrome cables of Drax's throne. She didn't use the White Well's power; she used her own Humanity.

I knew exactly what was beneath those trousers, exactly what my hand was dangerously close to touching. My cheeks burned. Of all the places for the pain to appear. I kept my palm firmly against his lower stomach and forced myself to concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing. His muscles tightened beneath my hand as my gift flowed into him. This was treatment. I was his healer. That was all I needed to think about. Except Alpha Dimitri shifted beside me, and the movement brought his hip more firmly against mine. My pulse jumped.