Redo The Healer Novels & Stories

"A hero named Gildar has already emerged a new class, a healer, Druid, and follows Anthony's commands quite well. With his newly awakened class skills, he changed the outcome of the battle under Anthony's command. The Captain's said that the heal was much more than the amount of damage the harpies did" A healer … ladia was in deep thought. A healer was an important asset in any empire, moreover, a hero that awakened the healer class naturally will perform way better than any other. She would have to invest more in the healer too. Everything seemed to be going good, there were no casualties in the first two dungeons, all the heroes were proving their worth. But she was still worried. Compared

I wrote on the notepad again, "What does this have to do with the healer?" The beta's expression turned serious, "The healer specializes in helping pregnant women who have experienced trauma. She can help you cope with your emotions and ensure a healthy pregnancy." I felt a lump form in my throat as I heard the beta's words. No one had ever offered to help me like that before. I had always been on my own, fighting to survive. I looked up at the beta, searching for any sign of ulterior motives. But all I saw was kindness and concern in his eyes.

I ordered. Petru was quiet for a moment. “She already has, Alpha,” he replied. “She believes ordinary treatment isn’t going to be enough.” My gaze shifted to Scarlett. I already knew what he was about to say. “Go on,” I told him. “The healers can keep Tomas stable,” Petru explained, “but Scarlett may be the only healer in Bloodfang capable of actually healing the injury.” Scarlett’s eyes met mine, and my grip tightened around the phone. Of all the warriors who could have needed her gift, it had to be Tomas.

“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.”

Healer Jan asked. "You're just going to work us to the bones. You're a slave driver. Why don't you hire another healer, if you lack them so much." Lis said. "Are healers mushrooms? Do they just pop up out of nowhere?" Healer Jan answered. Healers in this world are rare. Everyone can use low level healing. If I make an analogy in the modern world, low level healing is like first aid. Anything that can't be fixed by simple first aid would need to be treated by a healer. Healers have a higher aptitude in light magic, and there are few of those. Also, healers are all men since women are only seen as homemakers.

Unfortunately, I can still only just feel her and now that I am exhausted, I can feel her even less. I smile as right in the bottom of the bag is one of those meat cleavers; I look at it, confused as to why it would be in a healer's bag, but I then shrug my shoulders, pick it up and move back over to where the healer is lying on the floor. As I look at him, I can see some of the small cuts and holes repairing themselves, telling me that I don't have much time.

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.

The healer was already present, a young woman who had been with the pack since Orion became the Alpha. She held her hands over Kalista's chest, directly above her heart. Her healing would start from Kalista's heart and revive her. Jade and Orion stood beside her while a few of Orion's warriors stood by the door. The atmosphere turned tense as they waited for the healer to revive Kalista. Suddenly, the healer gasped and snatched her hand away from Kalista's chest. "What's wrong, Coral?" Orion asked worriedly. Coral, the healer, stared at her the bloody scar on her palm. She slowly turned and showed her palm to Jade and Orion.

With his thin and lanky frame, he'd do better as a hunter rather than a warrior. The chaos is still going on but I race over to the healer's house. With at least three guards, I know it will be a safe space... or so I think. I slide to a stop and Hazel lets out a gasp. "Leah!" Royal Pack's healer is surrounded by four rogues. They seem to be playing with her as they circle her like a piece of tasty prey but any sudden move may lead to her getting injured or dying. I freeze not knowing what to do. I can't fight with Hazel on my back nor will I allow her out of my sight. What can I do?

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.