The Healer’s Fatal Warning Novels & Stories

This made me realize that all the while I have been walking through the woods, there has been a route below me. “Nadine, don't be hard on the boy. He clearly knows what he's saying.” a robust man with a bald head said while walking towards the duo who I perceive to be siblings and he, their father. “But the same physician he badmouths is the reason he's still standing before us, else he'd have been long gone thanks to that wi…” "That's enough now. We better return home before it gets dark. Remember King Harold warned us about the search within the kingdom by the vampire King, I have no idea where our beloved prince might be but I hope he's fine…”

As soon as it opens, he shoves me inside, "What the fuck, Lunanci? You can't go around saying you're a fucking healer." "But I am," I fight and push the button for our floor, "Or, at least I want to find out if I really am." "Well, don't. Healers aren't an everyday thing, dude, they're like... like, not common at all. You'll attract unwanted attention to yourself," he spits rudely and shakes his head, "Don't talk to people without me present, okay? You're going to get yourself killed faster." "Okay, Sir," I reply sarcastically and step out of the elevator when the doors open again, "I was just making conversation."

I was yet to know if that letter was a warning or a threat. However, here was a healer who mentioned the exact words in the letter. “Definitely not a coincidence. With the healers, nothing is a coincidence.” Jay was sure but I wasn't and even as I braced myself to address the healer that had been speaking ever since she stepped into the hall, I still didn't know what to think and I decided to follow the flow just like I had done when I decided Amanisa’s title. “Healer… to what do I owe this honor, Healer?”

I’d never seen Griff look so worried, not even when we were both trapped in Hell. “Cathwulf, what’s happened?” He leaned toward me. “One minute, I went to bed. The next, I woke up in a hospital room.” My stomach twisted into a tight knot. “What did Healer Sakhet tell you?” He gazed up at me through pained eyes. “That you should be the one to break the news to me.” I glanced at the other end of the room to find the healer disappearing out of the door. Shit. How on earth did I tell a man that he was cursed to explode into flames and remember the gruesome details from when I murdered him?

Suddenly, the door sprang open, and one of my men whom I had sent to go get the healer rushed in; he stood in the room trying to catch his breath as he was panting as if he had run all the way here or was chased by something. "Where is the healer?" I asked, standing up from beside Selene. "Alpha... We-" he stuttered, looking down. "You did what?" I demanded impatiently, looking behind him for the healer. "Alpha, I'm afraid the worst has happened. The healer is dead and we couldn't find someone who could save her." He announced, dreading to look up. I clenched my fists in anger and gritted my teeth in rage as the word sank in. "What?!" I exclaimed in terror.

"I'm so sorry. There's no heartbeat. No breath. She's gone." The words hit me like a physical blow. I stumbled backward. Caught myself on a support beam. The tent seemed to be spinning, or maybe that was just me, everything tilting sideways. "You're wrong." "I wish I was." "Check again." "Alpha—" "CHECK AGAIN!" The roar tore out of me. Primal. Desperate. The healer flinched but held her ground. "I've checked three times. There's nothing more I can do." Her voice cracked slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

The healer said and I saw a hint of frustration and fear in her brown eyes. Damn her and her brutal honesty. “He is awake and that's a good sign, I told you earlier that he could be paralyzed or worse. It's too early for us to decide anything yet” the healer replied and groaned as she buried her face deeper into her hands. She looked at Alfred again who was watching her movements carefully with his eyes dancing of curiosity as if he heard what we were saying. When the healer turned around to check on his breathing again, she took Alfred’s hand gently into hers.

Snow finally looked at me, and tears gathered in her eyes, she shook her head as she apologized with her eyes. The smile faded off the healer's face as he seemed to realize that something was wrong. He looked from me to Snow, and then slowly started to pack up his things. "Your Majesty...." The healer called out to me, uncertainty in his voice once again. "Make sure that no one finds out about this," I warned him. He looked confused, but then a few seconds later, he nodded his head. "Of course, of course, Your Majesty!" He said, and rushed to take his leave.

My chest tightens as I watch him, heart hammering in a way that makes my throat hurt. The healer kneels by the bed, hands moving deftly as he mixes herbs in a small bowl, murmuring under his breath, the scents sharp and earthy. I watch, trying to breathe evenly, trying to remind myself that I am Jack, not Lala. I am supposed to be here as the boy who just happens to be lucky enough to serve him at the bar, not the woman he’s been searching for. “High fever,” the healer says finally, looking up at us. His voice is calm, professional, but the sharpness in his eyes tells me he knows just how serious it is.

Who else could be so petty, so vindictive, and so cruel that they would orchestrate something like this simply to hurt what belonged to me? “She made me do it,” the healer blurted out frantically, the words tumbling from his lips in a desperate rush as I slowly stepped back, straightening to my full height. “I told her it was against my duty as a healer! I told her the medicine was too volatile! But she threatened me. She threatened my family, Alpha! She also told me… she told me it was what you wanted. She said you wanted that woman gone. Alpha, I swear on my life, I would never willingly go against you!” I stood perfectly still, silently processing every word that had just left his mouth.