The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong Novels & Stories

He didn’t think so. There was something else going on. He just couldn’t tell what. Either the moon goddess had some big plans for him and Dhara or she was merely getting a kick out of his pathetic circumstances. Pathetic because the one woman he and his wolf agreed upon—wanted nothing more than to just claim her—was neither their mate nor someone they could mark. Healers were never known to be mated to anyone. They lived a solitary life. They were powerful but they were alone. It was just hard to say if that was a curse or a blessing.

Felicity pursed her lips without saying anything. Vermont said to her softly, "Stay under the tower and farm. Don't go too far out." "Okay," Felicity responded. However, in this type of game, one would become very vulnerable to the enemy team once the opportunity to farm in the early stage was lost. The enemy team found out that the middle lane was their weak spot, so they kept targeting Felicity. Her teammates were busy pushing the top and bottom lanes. They were not available to back her up, and they would only come to the middle lane after she died in the game.

"Someone from high in the chain told me to get you and them and to deal with the infestation. You guys are like crumb snatching roaches." "Miller, you got in bed with an angel in disguise. She sold you up the stream for her position and you're not the only one." I felt his boot travel to my Adam's apple. I stilled knowing this combat soldier could crush my trachea instantly. 'Play it cool Reece, you've got a son.' I thought to myself, the extracurricular activities didn't have to end with me being killed off. Keeping my left hand, which is my dominant hand flat on the ground, I grabbed his ankle with my right hand.

Becky didn’t sound as confident as he would’ve liked. “Be careful, Becky. Remember, these Vampires are a lot stronger than what we are used to. A Guardian can recover from a ripped out throat, as painful as it might be, but you’re not gonna last if it happens to you or another Hunter, even if you happened to have a powerful Healer.” “We’ll be careful,” Becky assured them. “Especially since Paul is our only Healer.”

Said she was still useful. Well, I would give her one last chance. With everything planned accordingly—the completion slot and all put in place—she better not fail this time. I needed to capture that healer. My mate's health was getting worse day by day, and she needed to be cured on time. Only the blood of Emily could cure her. When Riley informed me that Damian would be accompanying his maid to the competition, my anger snapped. Riley had mentioned how much that lycan king loved Emily, but I thought she was exaggerating and intentionally buying time for herself.

"Why are there so few of them, and inept at healing?" "I think the Great Reverence hated that if you have a healer who is powerful that they might worship them instead of him. The only recorded healer that was the strongest happens to be the Saintess. The other are magical beasts who are in tune with healing abilities. Although most of them don't want anything to do with humans... You can begin"

He asked. "It's about your healer. Since I am the only healer in SnowMoon and I left them without an exchange, I want to ask one of your healer to replace me. Can you send one of them to my old pack. They need a healer now since a lot of girls are giving birth this month." I requested. "You want me to give my healer to your pack?" He said, looking seriously in my eyes. "Yes." I answered. "You're asking to much Adellee." I'm shocked at his response. "As you can see, Imelda was an old woman, making her stay at your old pack will make her sick, not to mention the weather there was different." He said.

"But as far as I know, Mythical Tiger Base has no one with healing powers anymore. They've lost their only healer, isn't that right?" "Nonsense! This agent was developed by our base's healing Esper, Chad Stewart. He's currently in our base, safe and sound," a follower of Janice immediately retorted. "Is that so? Didn't you take away my healing power, then did the same thing to Chad Stewart? Don't tell me there's a third healer in your base?"

"You're one of the best fire users in the world, but you have no self-sustain or defensive tools. Oliver and Peter have a number of limitations given that they're human." Death started raking into the table with his fingers. "Finally, Yvere can heal an army if and only if she stays alive on the battlefield. You don't know the true horrors of trying to protect a healer in an active war zone." That comment sent a chill down Lucifer's spine. He had fought in plenty of battles, but he was never tasked with defending healers. He was either on the front line, or the healer didn't need protecting. Lucifer contemplated defensive strategies while continuing to listen to Death.

It was because House Hevel was weak. Within the House, if it was about the potential to gather believers, it was him, Ley who was least efficient in this and the one in most danger. However, when it came to combat, Hana whose Gift was healing was a lot weaker than Fernando who could at least command some real beasts.