Geralt X Jaskier Novels & Stories

Shaking his head Jasper groaned and looked at me sheepishly. “He will try to seduce you. Balder is a bit of a lady's man and looks a lot like Malrik,” he asserted reluctantly and I gave him a dreadful look. “I'm not interested, Jasper um, will you return afterwards?” I inquired softly. I noticed that he shifted on his feet as his eyes narrowed slightly before he nodded and told me that he would. “You can return to the gulch and I can meet you there in a few days. Wisdom is a close ally of mine.”

he growled. "You may now kiss your wife and queen, sire," the male officiating stated. I gritted my teeth and turned my face so Gallum's kiss landed on the corner of my lips. I brushed the back of my hand against the spot and spit onto the ground as my eyes glared daggers at him. Suddenly the scent of ozone filled my nostrils and I glanced around looking for Zaika. Asher started to spark as he covered himself with his hellfire. A glowing figure could be seen coming from the trees and I gasped at seeing Zaika's black hair whipping around him as he walked purposely toward us. Raising his hand he shoved the guards that tried to intercept him and continued. Gallum grabbed my waist and held me ag

I stumbled back, my spine hitting the wardrobe behind me, the wood biting into my skin through the thin silk. "It's fine," I managed, voice brittle. Jarek sank into the armchair, fingers drumming lazily against the armrest. Moonlight cut across his face, half in shadow, half in pale glow. His icy blue eyes gleamed--unnaturally bright. Like Kieran's. The realization twisted my stomach. Same predator's gaze. Same calculated stillness. But at least Kieran didn't pretend to be anything but a wolf. Jarek? He was still playing human, even now.

Jace asked as Jire stared blankly. "Ashley." As he said that the ludo glass cracked slightly. "You were saying...??" Jace said as Jire rubbed his temples. "Can you believe no one has ever kissed those lips before??" "Her boyfriend has" Jace said as Jire scooted closer. "Who is that??" Jire asked as Jace stared darkly at him. "Me" "So stop fantasizing about my girlfriend , it's really making me mad.. she's mine so find another prey"

He plopped down on the chair nearby, clenched his fists, and pounded the table in a fit of rage. Allison, after seeing him go berserk, quickly tried to calm him down, "Please, Your Highness, calm down. There is something I would like to ask you." Ryan glared at her coldly. "What do you want?" Allison felt chilled by Ryan's gaze, but she still mustered the courage to ask her question. "Who exactly is Geralt? Why is it so urgent for him to marry Princess Edna?" She only knew that Geralt was a man that Edna had rescued by the seaside.

Gera’s response was flirtatious, flicked up through his eyelashes before he slithered down the bed and took Thaelen’s c-ck in his mouth. “Umph,” Thaelen huffed through his nose. “Why is the witch in the dungeons, Gera?” Gera released Thaelen’s c-ck with a suck of sound. “Because she is a witch, Thaelen, what other reason is there?” He returned his mouth to its work.

I couldn't catch a thing. "Here," Jace placed fresh squeezed orange juice in front of me. "I don't know anyone." I told him. I've seen Daniel many times during my stay on weekends. But we rarely talked. Making no sound, he drew the chair out and sat down. "She's Silver." He whispered. I nodded. "He's Alessandro Moretti." Jace motioned with his index finger with the hand he was gripping the glass. "They're mated."

He may as well have been in his court on a warm summer’s day, and not in the middle of a forest, at the height of winter, alone, with a group of rebels and one descendant of an ancient bloodline. “Where is the one from the Seer’s line?!” King Asher remarked, louder this time, but still calmly, his eyes fixed on Tobias. The old shifter, Jorak, ran out from the same direction in which he had disappeared moments ago. He knelt, bowing his head to the King, forehead on the ground, his whole frame shaking. Asher stared down at the old shifter. “Name!” the King ordered calmly. “Jorak Sintarl,” Jorak replied, his shaky voice muffled, thanks to his face practically being right on the short grass.

And yet Raisa still found time to show her own smirk and say, "Finally." I would have flushed if Kael didn't jerk into a run, still holding onto me. Raisa and her long legs had no trouble keeping up, and we ran through the building. I didn't know who Kael was searching for when he ran past the theater, he skidded to a halt, and I slammed face-first into his back. "Jerah, Jaci," he panted when they stopped their shouting orders to get to the next safe house. "Where the hell have you been?" Jaci barked.

It was evident that Jess had a plan; her movements were calculated and different from the others I'd faced. Suddenly, Jess cast a spell, creating magical restraints to immobilize me. But I shifted to using light magic and severed the entangling roots she'd summoned. Just as she lunged, I punched her, imbuing it with light and dark magic. My intention was not to harm her severely but to incapacitate her, which worked perfectly. After putting up a more extended fight than the previous two Witchers, Jess fell to the ground, defeated.