Redo The Healer Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

Thanking the goblin for suffering unjust pain for the sake of his education, Zen delivered the merciful killing blow. By the end of his lesson, the goblin looked more human than a monster, except for green skin and a goblin face. Lorren had to admit that Zen had more talent than the other adventurers looking at becoming a healer. Ordinarily, he would end the specialisation quest at healing wounds. Most healers were only required to heal party members during combat. The more talented few would learn to cast basic blessings to increase their party members’ base stats. However, it was a waste to let Zen go so quickly.

All I can do is sit and stand in one place while staring at the metal door or thinking of my love, Winston Luca. Oh! Are you wondering how I survived a full month without sunlight, food, water, or anything else? It's because I am a "Healer." Healers are humanoid creatures who have supernatural abilities to heal. Depending on our abilities, our lifespan can range from a hundred to a thousand years. People confuse us with the elves, but we don't have pointy ears; we are just extremely attractive humanoids. But don't worry; I'm still a young healer. I am a healthy 28-year-old healer who belongs to the Arco clan. I am an alpha, but I refused to join my clan or help my family manage our clan. The

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.”

“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

“Tis is always to be here.” “And you are Steve Kane, the challenged.” Grimkeeper said as he like he was certain. Steve noticed that the man’s eyes were stark black orbs with no iris or white. Grimkeeper sniffed loudly. “You smell sweetly of death,” he said it like it was a compliment. “So many lives have died by your hands.” Emma was unnerved by the way the black-eyed man spoke. His voice was familiar but Emma was so confused that she could not place it. “And you are the Healer who also holds death in her hands,” Grimkeeper said with a smile. Emma shivered uncomfortably as she looked into his eyes. She saw…nothing and everything in the strange being’s eyes. She averted her eyes unable to mai

There would be no room for self-doubt. Discovering that I’m a good healer started after my teenage years. The first person I have proven my ability to was my father. Being a Beta, he always went to fight and hunt. And when father told everyone my ability, no one believed him or even wanted to be treated by me. My goal was to help, but they saw it as a threat. Two hours had passed and still Donna hadn’t gone back. I kept peeking through the window, but all I could see was how everyone was busy, happily arranging the place for the celebration of Samuel’s second marriage with Alice.

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.

Deep in the woods, the old healer sat by the river, her silver hair reflecting the moonlight. "You’ve come," she said without looking up. Rhea swallowed. "I don’t have much time." The healer sighed. "It’s the shard, isn’t it?" Rhea nodded. "It’s changing him. I don’t know how to stop it." The old woman traced her fingers over the water’s surface. "The shard amplifies power. But power without control is chaos." Rhea clenched her fists. "Then how do I bring him back?" The healer’s gaze met hers, steady and knowing. "You don’t."