Redo Of The Healer Novels & Stories

Her hands were already pulling small jars from her belt, her fingers sure and practiced. I froze, guilt rooting me in place. Celina looked at me, her green eyes steady. “I’m not here to hurt him. Let me help, Rory.” Riven hovered behind me, his hand on my shoulder. “You’re awfully quick to play healer, Celina,” he muttered. “Someone has to,” she replied sweetly, dabbing a salve onto Kael’s burned skin. “Unless you’d rather watch him suffer.” Kael hissed as the salve touched his chest. “It’s fine, Riven. Let her do it.”

I roared, observing his hasty retreat, his movements a blur of desperation. That was the fourth warrior that I put down today. I hate to admit it, but whatever that healer did to me was f*cking amazing! My shoulder was injured in battle, and some feral rogue bit half of it off. It took me years to heal, and even then, it was only partially healed. I had some mobility and even less strength. Ordering the Healer to prove herself turned out to be a miracle gift. I returned home that day and went straight to the gym. I was utterly dumbfounded when I could lift three times the weight I could before. I felt better than I ever have. She has no idea what she has done for me. This will make my plans

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

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.

A Soma Fang move taught only to true Healers and Warriors. She struck Terra square in the chest with her knee—an impact that shattered the succubus’s ribcage and hurled her into the far wall. The mirror behind Terra cracked, then exploded into shards of glass and light. Silence. Terra groaned, pinned in a crater of stone and smoke. Her tail hung limp. Her horns were fractured. Blood dripped from her mouth. Emma staggered, bruised and bleeding, but upright. “It’s over,” she said hoarsely.

Elowen asked. “Most of it,” Mae said. “He’s stubborn. His body listened.” Kieran managed a faint, crooked smile. “Told you. Hate to ruin your Rite and your convoy in one go.” Elowen huffed an almost‑laugh. The healer—a compact woman with ink‑stained fingers and a pinched expression—stood near the hearth, arms crossed. “She wants to try more,” the healer said, jerking her chin at Elowen. “Deep healing. She thinks she can clear the rest of the trauma in one go.”

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’ll prove I’m not my father’s daughter.” Thoran’s smile was cruel. “And how will you do that? You have nothing to offer us. No wolf nor strength.” My jaw clenched, but before I could respond, a sharp gust of wind tore through the courtyard. The air shimmered strangely, the lights flickering as shadows rippled across the ground. Every head turned. It was the healer. But he didn’t look the same. His eyes glowed blood-red just like earlier, and his movements were unnatural. His staff clattered to the ground as he lifted a shaking hand toward the sky.

Slowly, piece by piece, she was tearing my life apart. The healer began to gather her herbs again, muttering about rest and balance, about how Ari must be kept calm and watched closely. Her voice was a dull hum in my ears. I didn’t hear half of it. All I heard was the echo of her words: Stay away. Or you may kill him. Kael asked more questions, sharp and precise, his Alpha tone breaking through. “Who would dare do this? Can it be undone?” The healer shook her head. “I cannot say who. But whoever it was… they used strong power. To undo it, we would need truth. Roots. And time. But time is not kind when a child blooms too soon.”

"Is this related?" "We offered what assistance was within our nature to offer," the First Born said. "The rest was your bloodline's own character. Healing power does not become harm permanently. Given time and the right conditions, it returns to its nature." "How long?" I asked. "It will complete the reabsorption over the coming months. By the next renewal, your capacity will be restored to a level significantly closer to your original." The First Born looked at me with something that was not quite warmth but was adjacent to it. "The Healer Alpha bloodline is not diminished, Mary Hart. It is continuing."