Books Like The Witcher Novels & Stories

She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously. “The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.

“Diana, Mom had called me, so enjoy yourself here. I’ll be back shortly.” I nodded, and she strode out of the library, leaving me alone. I moved toward the werewolves section and started looking for a book about history or anything related to my golden wolf. But I found nothing. I became frustrated. She has a vast collection and not a single book on Golden Wolf. Puffing, the air out of my lungs, I looked around the library, and a book in the witches section caught my eye. I retrieved it. It was the book “The Whispering Witch of Willowdale” with the witch’s history. Not getting what I wanted to read, I decided to read it, so I took it and went to the coach. Settling on it, I opened the first

But would they help me protect Orion and seek revenge? I roamed around the library, picking out books from several different sections. A hefty stack was piled in one arm by the time I’d finished—for now—and I narrowed my selection down to three. No pleasure reading this time, I was on a mission. One was a text on abnormal supernatural biology. Another covered the mythology of chimeras, strange creatures featuring numerous animal and human parts. The last was a history of dark witches. After stashing the remaining books on a side table, I climbed back up to the third floor and eased into the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet except for… Was that music?

I grabbed the long broom and cleaned the floors, tidying up the books on the shelves when I stumbled on a book with a strange title. "How to sacrifice humans to idols." That was the title of the book. For a moment, my mind beat very fast. It felt like it was specifically written by someone who knew me, and wanted to sacrifice me to idols. I was a wolf of course, but I've got a human body too. I turned the pages of the book, trying to see if I could practice one of those spells written there. I wasn't a witch neither was I a warlock. Did this mean that there's a witch somewhere in the pack but the Alpha, Simon, doesn't want to let us know?

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She fucking asked AJ to stay with her, what is she going to get out of the war between the witches and the wizard? Doesn't she want peace? I sunk my teeth into the maid's neck and fed from her, even though it didn't satisfy my insatiable taste like a human would, I just kept feeding till I could feel her pulse weakened. Such a fucking waste of sperm. I pushed her away, making her have a strong impact on the wall before she fell to the ground. Without even thinking about the pain, she scrambled off the floor and fled away. I needed to tell that wizard I wouldn't go along with the plan again, now I got to know from my Intel that they would soon start preparing for their mating ceremony and I w

I told myself over and over again until my heart rate slowly returned to normal and she could no longer hear the wind blowing outside. I returned my gaze to the book I was reading. It was the historical account of the war that happened a hundred years ago. Before the world, as everyone knew it, ended. In 2100, the third largest war in human history took place. But that is not between two countries or groups of countries. It was between vampires and werewolves. That was right, vampires and werewolves.

Naomi said shyly. "And do you like it?" asked Deanna, leaning forward slightly in her chair. "Yes, a little." "Naomi likes books more," Ethan finally spoke. "That's great! What do you like to read?" "Many things, but especially fantasy sagas." "Werewolf and vampire stuff," Ethan was very clear about it. "I see... Then surely you've read 'The Black Moon' saga." "It's my favorite! You know it?" Naomi and Deanna began talking about the 5 books that made up the saga, about the characters and the author. Apparently, Deanna liked that type of literature too. Both forgot where they were and with whom, and simply continued sharing opinions. Finally, Harry interrupted them.

I whispered and my voice sounded hoarse and guttural. "What is he? Your friend… You two seemed like strangers around here… I can not even smell him," the witch said in irritation. "What is going on here? Who are these two?" an authoritative manly voice yelled from our back. "Deserters…" the witch hissed. "Are they now? Eat the witch!" the voice commanded, "perhaps I will make them my first example. These idiots must know their place and learn to fear me!"

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.