Fanfiction Witcher Novels & Stories

Behind her, distant howls rose hunters, traitors, monsters who would steal what was not theirs. "Hold on, my love. Please, just a little farther," the woman whispered, tears mingling with the rain on her cheeks. The little girl whimpered softly, tiny hands clutching at her mother’s cloak. The woman reached a cave, her sanctuary of last hope. She was Lilith, witch of rare power, wife to a wolf duke far from home, and mother to a child both worlds would kill to claim. Their daughter, a hybrid of witch magic and wolf blood, was the key to untold power.

watching movies and she even has one sided conversations with me pretending that I am actually responding to her. When the door open I hear my grand pups crying their little hearts out I rushed over to the door and ranked it open to see Fiona standing at my door with a crying Tru and Teri. I immediately snatched them away from her. “I can’t believe you could betray your pack like this Fiona. We were good to you we trusted you with our pups and we treated you with nothing but respect and this is how your treat us? What did I or my son ever do to you to make you work for an evil witch?” I asked, as I held the girls close to me and they quieted down. They must have been crying for a while be

Taking a knife that was stuck on the ground next to the fire pit, probably left there by the rogue who was roasting the wild boar, he cuts the meat that seemed to be in better condition and offers it to her, who gratefully accepts it and eats it. He helps himself to the meat too, looking expectantly at Hanna, wanting to hear her story. Hanna looks Ryan in the eyes, and as she eats, she says. - I was with my best friend, at the beach, near my father's house, when I saw a white mere grazing. I had never seen a house before, and she was so cute, I couldn't resist, and even against my friend's warnings, who didn't budge from her seat, I approached her to pet her. The mare did not run away from m

Nalena answers. “I remember hearing a story years ago from one of my mom about a witch that was able to steal the powers from a dark fae. The witch ha befriended the dark fae. She had drugged the dark fae and had her restrained ready to kill her if the dark fae didn’t transfer all her powers to the witch. Supposedly the dark fae did just that and then the witch killed her and took her two small children and disappeared.” Pytheria says.

"Where does Freya's mother fit in all of this." "The old Lycan book says if a witch who places a curse does not break the curse. Then another powerful witch can." I leaned forward. "We are hoping Freya's mother is a powerful witch." "She was the most powerful witch I have ever met. We fell in love at first sight. We didn't care about our differences. I, a werewolf and she, a witch. She was a quarter werewolf because her father who could also read thoughts was half wolf and half wizard."

"Celeste, you’ve been wronged. After what Julian did to you today, the bloodline debt between our families is settled. We are even." Julian couldn't wait to throw the marriage contract into the brazier, where it instantly turned to ash. Seeing no reaction from me, he snorted and grabbed a pen to draft a new one. On it were his and Miriam’s names. Miriam lowered her head shyly, but her eyes glinted with triumph as she glanced at me. I picked up Haze. The fox’s breath was paper-thin. Miriam hadn't saved it at all. She had used an illusion spell to make the wounds disappear to the naked eye!

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.

They lay, whimpering, on the cold, damp ground, their crimson colored eyes rolled back in their sockets and froth foaming from their mouths. Merlin flicked her wrists and from out of nowhere, a low wind, whistled through the trees, moving closer to the flame-haired witch. Gathering momentum, the whistling rose steadily in pitch, as the gale came shrieking through the woods before surrounding Merlin. Her hair and clothes whipped around her and her eyes glowed green as her magical aura, grew and pulsated around her. Another flick of her wrists and the bodies of the injured werewolves were whisked away deep into the woods.

she says sternly. I inch my head forward, nuzzling her neck. I wish I could talk in my wolf form. It is said that after fated mates make love, they can communicate telepathically. But there's no chance of that happening with Ava and I. She can't be my fated mate. Whoever heard of a Venusian Witch and a Werewolf being soul mates? The very notion is ridiculous. "We've had enough excitement in these past two days to last us a lifetime, haven't we?"

I wanted to bury my cock so deep inside her that she felt me for weeks. Mine, I think, dark and possessive. That was yesterday. Today, she’s here trying to flirt with everyone but me. Her fingers are in Mason’s hair. Mason. My beta. The idiot who decided silver was a good look for a beta wolf. “Tss. Stop it. I told you, chicks dig this hair type.” Mason chuckles, tilting his head into her touch like a puppy begging for scratches. “It’s giving… futuristic fuckboy. Very on-brand for you.”