The Healer’s Fatal Warning Novels & Stories

I asked, curiosity peaking. "We have rules, ma'am. And one of our rules is that when healing, no other person can be in the room apart from the healers. "Don't worry. You can trust us. Luca will be perfectly fine. Just leave us. It only takes a few minutes." At first, I didn't want to go. But I had no other option. I had to trust. I gave them a slight nod and then stood up from the bed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

It would be interesting to see how long he was going to wait. “Also,” Viraj started. “She said she wanted to talk to you about something.” “About what?” “Something about the healer.” Zayden scoffed. “So, she’s finally ready to come around?” Wasn’t it too late already? Viraj only sighed. “She said that before we made the trade, you should hear her out first. Or the healer’s life might be in grave danger.”

Had a commoner brought them such half baked news of progress, they could have lynched him like he is nothing. “Fifty-fifty?” Grey furrowed his brows. “The healer never said such a thing.” “The healer doesn’t have the antidote because he is a lesser healer compared to the healer I met.” I came hard in defense of my words. “She said we should hope and pray it heals her and not cause her death.” Grey gripped his and made it to the wall of the temple, groaning and hitting the walls. He is bittered. More bitter than he gets when his boys were being killed by an outsider.

“Her body is already failing her, and now this?” The healer doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she watches Nana, whose face is damp with sweat, her breathing shallow. The girl looks so small, so fragile. It’s almost as if she’s sinking into the bed, disappearing under the weight of what’s happening to her. Felicia’s frustration turns to something else—something raw. Desperation. Fear. “She needs him,” the healer finally says. Felicia grits her teeth. “And if he’s not available to do that?”

The healer walked towards me with a smile on her face and as I looked back at Thane, he raised his hand in a manner that signified that he had no idea why the healer was smiling. She checked my vitals and everything including the scars in my stomach and although they weren't fully gone, they were gradually beginning to fade off. “Alright, everything seems to be good and you are free to go.” “Thank you healer…I'll be taking her back home.” Thane said. “You are welcome Alpha…and also if anything should happen to her, she should be brought to the clinic immediately because due to her inability to shift, any poor condition she finds herself in can be fatal.” The healer said.

The same one who had warned us before. Her aged face was unreadable as she stepped forward, eyes locked onto Helios’ barely breathing form. “You were warned,” the healer said quietly. “And yet you still let it happen.” I swallowed, my throat tight. “Please. Tell me there’s a way to save him.”

“He’s just miraculously healed, like nothing ever happened. His health isn’t in question.” “The healer…” The doctor begins to reply but is sharply cut off by her growl. “Don’t you dare mention her.” She growls out, her teeth flashing. “Dessa!” I let my aura roll off me, my wolf slowly returning to me in a bid to remind her of her place. “The healer is the one that poisoned him. I don’t want her anywhere near him, or my son…the hospital in fact. You find her at the hospital I want you to raise the alarm…” She orders out.

she said. I stood up from my chair. “I’ll deal with tomorrow when it comes " I said. The healer opened a drawer. Pulled out a small notebook. “If you do this " she said carefully "you have to follow every instruction. Then there are no guarantees.” “I don’t need guarantees " I said. “You should " she said. “I need possibilities " I said. The healer wrote some notes. Then closed the notebook. “If anyone with the right authority orders a check " she warned, "this won’t hold up to scrutiny.”

the healer repeated, unflinching, “you fall into the same coma. And unlike her, no one will be able to pull you back.” Alaric’s chest rose and fell rapidly. His wolf snarled inside his head, pacing, restless. He’s lying, his wolf growled. Is he? another voice whispered. Alaric turned away sharply. “Get out.” “You have until the next moonrise,” the healer said. “Confess publicly. Or watch her die… and follow her into darkness.” Alaric spun back, fury blazing. “I won’t fucking do it.” The healer inclined his head. “Then start preparing your grave.”

The head Healer turned, panic clear on his face. “This is beyond our medicine. Alaric must be taken to the academy, because he has entered the final mutation phase!” he said. My knees felt weak when I heard that. “There is no solution for the Sword Bearer. He will fully turn into a monster!” the Head Healer continued. “Then what will you do to him?” I asked in fear. The Head Healer took a deep breath, as if it was difficult to say. Suddenly, he pulled out a short silver dagger tucked into his belt.