On Deaths Bed Witcher 3 Novels & Stories

Tilting his head in a way that was almost questioning. “I wanted one night of reprieve.” I sobbed. One night away from the nightmare. “I’m not so easily dismissed.” He warned darkly. I leapt up from the bed. “Let her go, Mathis!” I was nearly shouting. “Come up to WitchFall.” He bid. His green eyes glowing in the dark light night bugs. “Come to me now!” He ordered. I was shaking my head, but he’d already gone.

I had been distracted by saying Erika right after killing Sloane, and by the time I had come back to find his corpse, the corpses had already been moved to the pit. Buried in thoughts, I gazed fixedly at the corpses as the witch set them ablaze. I watched them burn and then assured myself that Sloane was there. Moreover, his heart was pierced. A werewolf can't heal damage such as that. Our healing became limited once it came to fixing our internal organs. He was most definitely with his ancestors now. I smiled and walked away, returning to the feast to join Erika. My men and I were given a place to spend the night by the priestess And some of my men were clever enough to get a one-night stan

She took out her sword that flared out with dark flames, she was in the intentions of stabbing him when his beta rushed at the witch, and used one of the dead witches swords to stab her. She turned to attack, but he stabbed her on the chest, and this was the end of her existence. She coughed out blood staring at him in wide eyes. She couldn't do anything because she was out of life. All she did was gasp for air, but she could not do anything other than that. The moment the beta got out the knife from her chest, she fell to the ground immediately and her body decayed. Zayn stood up and smiled at his beta, as they both continued fighting the other squads of the witches.

Every time a corpse fell, another rose from the ground to take its place. All Brian's dark Werewolves l had killed in the blizzard were coming back against their will to fight on the whim of a wicked necromancer. "Zoey go", l was lost in what was happening that l didn't realize it had rooted me in place. I only came back to reality when Damien called me before he lunged at the three legged wolf's corpse.

He frowned and gasped as the healer placed her hands on him, pressing the wound, it was healing quickly. "Pack members are dead and they were fine earlier." I said. "Did they join us for the war?" He asked. "Not they didn't, it's just the normal members." I said and he sighed. "How many died?" He asked. "Three died." I said and he nodded. "Well damn it, I think it's that witch's doing." He said and I nodded. "I also thought the same as what you described." I said. "Aren't you done?" He asked the healer.

. Blasted open. Chunks of debris scattered on the ground. The smell hit me next. gunpowder, blood, and fear. So much fear. Inside was worse. Much worse. The lights were flickering, casting weird shadows that made the blood look black instead of red. Furniture was overturned. Broken glasses crunched under my boots as I stepped on them. And the bodies... three of them, covered with blankets that didn't quite hide the dark stains spreading around them. A doctor knelt beside one of the injured, pressing gauze against a wound on their arm. She glanced up when I entered, her eyes hollow. "They knew exactly what they were doing," she said quietly. "This wasn't random." I nodded, unable to find word

A sick game. "I told you," she whispered, her voice slicing through the air like a blade. She paused, letting the words sink in. "It was your lucky day." Then, with a terrible crack, she wrenched her mouth open even wider—too wide. A monstrous, gaping maw. "No—!" My scream caught in my throat as the witch bit down. Beth’s head tore clean off. Blood sprayed in a horrific arc, splattering across the walls, the floor—my face. Beth’s body twitched once, then went still, her lifeless form dropping to the ground with a sickening thud.

“Even the strongest race is no different from ordinary people once their innate power is gone. She offered up everything for you, including her flesh. What remained was only a mortal body, and mortal bodies sicken. Mortal bodies die.” As soon as he said that, the ice coffin began to tremble. Alex seemed to realize something. Panic flooded his face. He rushed forward and pressed down on the lid, but he could not stop my body from slowly dissolving. “Lily!” Alex collapsed to his knees. Grief tore through him as he watched my body dissolve until there was nothing left at all. He finally understood that I was really gone. “Why? Why?”

I said lightly. “Have you gotten used to it?” “Sort of. Still figuring things out.” I paused. “I told you about the recent deaths, right?” She nodded, her brows drawing together. “Yeah. Vampires and wolves, right?” “Three in total,” I said, my voice quieter now. “All of them found on the outskirts. Burnt. But not by sunlight. It wasn’t natural. The smell lingers even after they’re moved. Like scorched flesh and ash soaked into the ground.”

As my soul left my body, I wondered why I could still see what was happening to me. It only hit me when I looked down to see my lifeless body slumped on the table—I was dead. The sound of the door opening caught my attention. I turned to see that a maid had returned. The remnants of whatever hope I harbored disappeared. My brothers hadn't returned. The maid was shocked to see me slumped on the table with the urn and photo beside me. She stopped to assess the situation before slowly approaching me. She reached out a trembling finger and placed it underneath my nose. Then, she paled and shrieked in fear.