Fanfiction Witcher Novels & Stories

Cia's eyes stared at the two witchers who still wouldn't let go of Lief and Lave. Cia's lips curved upwards, and she grinned, "You guys want to die, huh?!" "Crazy bastard!" cursed one of the witchers. He put down Lief and threw spells at Cia. Cia blocked it with her sword, then she raised her eyebrows as she remembered the witcher's curse. "I'm a crazy bastard."

I stood there, watching the little girl tightly hugging the witch's leg, pointing at me and saying, "Look at my little dog!" F.uck!! I'm not a stupid dog, I'm a wolf!!! I howled, but the witch smiled at me. Her red lips curled up. For some reason, I instinctively held my tail and remained silent. Two pale and cold fingers approached me. She grabbed me by the nape of my neck and lifted me up. Slowly, she said, "So, you're a lycan. Are you Vivian's fated mate?" Her voice was beautiful, like a song, but I couldn't understand what she was saying.

the Doctor orders. “Doctor Andrews, Alpha, if I may speak?” A female asks. I nod and the Doctor gives his permission. “I have mixed heritage. I’m sorry I kept it from you Doctor Andrews. I’m a wolf, but I’m also a witch. May I perform a healing spell on your friend?” She informs us and asks for permission. “Anything to help him,” I tell her. She seems sincere and like she can be trusted. The woman kneels over Damian and places her right hand on his wound and her left hand over his heart. She begins to chant:

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

Who the hell did he think he was? “I am done running away from you,” Erin said with building rage. “I am not afraid of you!” She ran forward and immediately shapeshifted into a giant brown werewolf that descended on the shocked shaman. His dagger dropped from his limp hand seconds before she landed on him and ripped him apart. At this point, the women didn’t need to wonder what to do, they all stood up and ran out of the bleeding hut, except Rowana. She stood stock still, staring at the carnage in front of her with an open mouth.

She relaxed beneath my gaze and her lips twitched into a small smile. "What is a hellhound? Why haven't you ever told me about... well, this?" She seemed unsure of what she wanted to ask. "I have told you before. I'm afraid of scaring you, El. You've not been exposed to a lot of things," I sighed seeing her clearly unhappy with my answer," it is... a lot of different things. The creation of a fire witch and an alpha wolf. It doesn't mean that I was always going to end up this way, it's just how fate decided."

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

us for five months and I was enamoured by her. Unlike the other girls, she wasn't intimidated by what my position as Jeremias's son meant. Or by my gift. Nobody listened. We didn't see it coming. She was a mole. That morning, she wanted to take a walk by the river. She begged me to go with her. I should've known something was wrong by the urgency in her voice but I thought it was because she really wanted my company. And then she started saying she was sorry and that she loved me and hoped that someday I would understand why she did it. I knew something was wrong and I turned around and started running, towards the pack. That's the last thing I remembered. When I woke up, they were dead. Th

Lucinda is an orphan living in an orphanage. She became the Douglas family's servant the day she turned eighteen. Her friend tricked her, making her accidentally discover a terrible secret of the Douglas family. Since then, she got into trouble, which caused her almost to die several times. Everyone thinks Lucinda is just an ordinary person, but it seems she has a hidden identity that even she has forgotten. Can Lucinda regain her memories and identity? Will she escape the Douglas family to live a free life or be imprisoned forever?