The Healer’s Fatal Warning Novels & Stories

And a debt left behind by everything I gave away before I learned that love could consume more than it returned. I touch my stomach. The child moves. A small, unmistakable answer. The healer watches me. "This time," she says gently, “the decision concerns your life too.” I close my eyes. I know. That is what makes it frightening. The healer repacks her supplies slowly. At the door she stops. "There is something else." I look up. She does not speak carelessly. "There is only one wolf in this territory whose essence is strong enough and compatible enough to reverse the damage at this stage."

Hunter stood with his arms folded and with a serious ‘don’t f**k with me’ face. “What?...’ I arched a brow and blinked as if I hadn't heard from the bathmaids minutes ago regarding how healers are targeted and killed. I don't even have to do anything wrong before I get killed, I can randomly be killed because I'm a healer so why am I acting surprised hearing this from Hunter?

Lain stared at the heavens, seeing his beloved mate and his smiled, taking his final breath. “Prepare him for burial. I will find the girl,” Alpha Kayden commanded.

the healer yelled as she arrived at the scene, her voice commanding attention and halting the escalating violence. Aeros froze, his fist still clenched, but his grip on Jonathan remained firm as he glared down at him with unrelenting aggression. “He is your beta, Alpha Aeros, and you don’t get to hit him like that. So, please let him go,” the healer demanded, her tone firm but cautious.

My Carnelia, once so full of life and fire now lies silent and still. Having this healer in my space is a violation. No one is allowed in my space. I can smell his hands on my things and it is taking every scrap of grace I have not to rip his fingers from his hands. Especially after he tends to her. I want to kill him for even looking at so much of her tender flesh. Despite his ministrations over several days, this fool healer continues to fail in his treatment of her. He poked at her and told me obvious things like “she has lost a lot of blood,” and “she will need to eat soon or she might die.” If he were not a gift from my sister, his internal organs would serve as decorations for my chamb

Most packs don't have healers with magical power. Hayley's face was solemn. She spun around the room in a slow circle, thinking of what to do next. Everyone was murmuring. All she was hearing were people complaining about how she was a good for nothing healer. Someone even said she is a scam. How was it you did a hundred good for people and the one time you cannot help then you become a bad person? Hayley felt something surge through her. She remembered how her brother had died at her hand while trying to treat him. She remembered her vow to never let another person die at her hand. Hayley's hand began to give off a flickering low glow of white light. She placed her hand over the woman's nec

“Look at you. Always playing the perfect Luna, when in truth, you’re nothing but a—” “Enough!” I shouted, slamming my palms against the table. “You’ve said enough!” She smirked, that twisted smile of triumph. “The healer warned me you were dangerous. I see he was right.” “The healer?” My blood ran cold. “He’s the one who told you this?” She gave a small nod. “He said you’d do anything to keep the Alpha alive — even betray him in the worst way.” The words punched the air from my lungs. The healer. The same man who had told me to sacrifice myself.

“With that level of poisoning, your hands will start rotting in three minutes. Even in this place, I’m the only one who can save your life—and your hands. So, are we treating you or not?” “What? You’re just a skanky fucking little girl—” The doctor cut him off, placing a hand on my shoulder: “This is The Veilwalker you idiot. The youngest and most brilliant healer. I believe you’ve heard of her name.”

My pulse thundered in my ears, and for the first time in years, fear clawed at my gut. “Alpha Darius…” Hazel whispered behind me, but I didn’t turn. My gaze stayed on Kiara’s pale, still face. “There's one more thing.” The healer spoke one final warning, voice heavy with dread. “If she does not survive this, neither will you.” The chamber fell deathly silent, but my grip tightened around the blade. Kiara’s chest rose once more, weak, fragile, as though she were already halfway gone, and that struck as the inciting incident I never knew I needed.

“You know… there’s a prophecy I never believed in. About a healer with fire in her blood and a crown in her shadow. They called her the Queen of the Burned World.” Emma blinked. “That sounds like a curse.” “Maybe,” Long mused. “Or maybe it’s a warning.”