On Deaths Bed Witcher 3 Novels & Stories

128 (Third Party POV) Camerin and his hunters scoured every inch of the clearing where the witch had fallen. They burned the last scraps of fabric, broke open the obsidian bowl, even dug through the blackened earth where the runes had once pulsed with power. But there was nothing. No flicker of magic. No lingering presence. No more threats hiding under the soil. The witch’s death had severed whatever dark tether had tied Jaxson’s wolves to something worse. Without her spells, they were just wolves again dangerous, feral maybe, but mortal.

And Alpha Xavier who was still silent and looking in disbelief right at Beta Oliver, Ava, and also James there. “Beta Oliver is gone. I'm not sure what caused it, but it could be due to an old illness he has had.” The healer muttered and told all the werewolves that were in Beta Oliver's room right now. Beta Oliver is dead. And at that moment, Alpha Xavier's body slumped and fell to the floor slowly. "Xavier..."

***sadist content*** Zach stopped in his tracks, there was only one witch that the werewolves dared not call by her name, He turned to Rib, his aura getting deadlier as he walked to wards him, "what witch," Rib swallowed hard, "the late...” suddenly his body was flung up and he fell a few feet away from his former position, suddenly turning black. Zach looked at the corpse for a few seconds before turning to beta Bryon,

Even Aunt Disa came down from the second floor, clearly confused by the commotion. When I entered Tris’s room, I saw her lying on the bed. Her body was blue, with foam at the corners of her mouth. “Oh, no...” I shook my head in disbelief. Tris was dead, poisoned by wolfsbane. I couldn’t tell if it was intentional, but someone was trying to cover their tracks. Elijah ordered the guards to handle Tris’s body, and we were all summoned to the living room. A heavy sense of guilt weighed on me as if Tris had died because of me.

Connor sighed and jumped out of the window. She walked to the door and took a deep breath before opening the door. "My Queen." Lemuel bowed. "What is it?" Dana inquired. Lemuel took a while before answering as he first scrutinized her chamber. "We found three dead bodies while patroling at the boundary lane." He said. "Two witches, one vampire and it is suspected that they were killed with black magic." He reported the situation to her.

I look at my companions, and we all share a moment of relief. Davis pads over to me, his fur coated in blood. "Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face. I nod, still in shock from the fight. "We need to move," I say, gesturing to the bodies. The four of us drag the hunters' bodies into the woods, my side screaming in pain the whole time. "I got it." Marybelle says, raising her wand and casting two spells—the first to make the bodies rapidly decompose, and the second to wipe the memories of any neighbors who just saw what happened.

The door was shoved open. Since my body was leaning against the door, it rolled to the side from the force, and my baby rolled out of the arms and into the corner. A thick layer of dust encased my bloody body and made me look like a mummy. Jacob scowled, but he was a doctor through and through, so he still checked me for any sign of life. As for Mark, he covered his nose because of the smell of blood and stood outside the attic. He refused to step in.

If nothing gets done soon, we'll all die here. She looked around and finally met gazes with the Dark Witch. Her blood-red lips lifted into a devilish smirk as her hands folded open in front of her and a black book appeared. Amira could see her lips move, but with the roar of the battle, she couldn't make sense of what was being said. Amira lifted her crossbow, her vision zoned in on the Dark Witch as everything else in her peripheral blurred. She pulled back on the trigger and felt the bolt release from its stationary position. It whistled through the air and embedded deeply into the right shoulder of the Dark Witch. She let out a yell of pain. Her book dropped into the snow as she grasped t

“If he does not wake up after the ritual is performed it will be because he now has internal bleeding in his brain and he is probably actually dying at the moment.” “What? Really? You are lying.” I frantically checked for his pulse before I remembered that he was already dead. I am so stupid. “Did you really just- “Shut up.” I cut her off. There really was no need to point out my brain fart. I was there when it happened. I returned to my seat at the corner of the room and observed as the witch started to do her thing.

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.