Redo Of The Healer Novels & Stories

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..

The healer should reconsider his opinions and approach going forward. “You do that.”

I hate that this pack leaders has brainwashed the members of the pack We reach the healer's quarters. The other guard who isn't Eibbin knocks sharply on the wooden door. I hear shuffling inside before it opens, revealing Healer Ooden, a middle-aged man with pot belly- the drunkard who some way somehow receive the favor of the moon goddess to become a highly sort after healer His eyes widen the moment the door opens fully. He staggers a few steps backwards. I watch his nostrils flare, hair standing , his claws elongating slightly- his primal form reacting. The scent hits him so much that he wastes too much time before catching himself.

With Alexander unconscious, Ethan and I exchanged vows before his bedside, taking his silence as blessing. After our mating, he pulled himself together and began serious rehabilitation. During the day, I helped him handle the pack's crisis, and at night I'd return to bathe his father and accompany his physical therapy. Everything fell on my shoulders alone, but I had no complaints—I even found sweetness in it. Sometimes I'd fall asleep from exhaustion in the bathroom, and whenever I opened my eyes, I'd see his reddened eyes watching me with concern. "Wait a little longer. Soon we'll have a good life."

“What does it do?” “It weakens the body.” The room fell completely silent. “It will not kill him.” I folded my arms across my chest. “It will simply slow his recovery.” The healer did not touch the bottle. “I refuse.” His answer came so quickly that it almost amused me. “I have not finished speaking.” “I do not need you to.” His eyes remained fixed on mine. “I became a healer to save lives, not destroy them.” A small smile appeared on my face. “You are making this sound far worse than it is.”

"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."

“Too many. More than I can count. I would never…never…leave him again.” “This is different,” the healer said. “This is for his good.” I shook my head, tears blurring my vision. “No. No, you don’t get to say that.” “If you leave him,” he went on, unwavering, “his body will begin to recover.” My chest rose and fell erratically. “If you want him to keep decaying,” he added, his voice cutting deeper, “then stay.” My hands curled into fists. “Stop.” “If you want him to rot,” he continued, “then hold on to him.”

she demanded. “She’s not physically injured,” another voice cut in calmly. It was the healer. The young one with ancient eyes she stepped forward, her gaze locked onto me. “But her soul is.” I didn’t understand what that meant and I didn’t care because the pain still felt like I was dying. Knox tightened his hold on me. “Fix it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. The healer didn’t react to his tone, she simply knelt beside me. “Easy,” she murmured.

I ask him and his eyebrows furrow together in thought. "I did not know she was a white wolf," the healer says. "That could definitely be the reason." The guards bring me a bucket of water and a wash rag. Stripping off all of my clothes, I slowly wipe down my body, ridding it of the wolfsbane. As I do I can feel Jax becoming stronger in my mind. As I clean myself off the healer places a salve on my wounds and they instantly begin to heal with the aid of Jax. "Thanks," I mumble as I pull my clothes back on.

His eyes had gone completely white as his own wolf cried in his mind, looking for an answer from his pack leader. This was the difference between a doctor and a healer. Where the medical profession relied on science and research, healers served as amplifiers for the wolves sharing their hosts' souls. The mere presence of a healer accelerated the healing process of an injured werewolf. But at that very moment, Till, alpha Harry's big red wolf, had disappeared entirely. Every member of the Red Moon could feel the bond between them and Harry eroding in their souls. All could hear in their minds their wolves howling for the death of their Alpha's wolf.