On Deaths Bed Witcher 3 Novels & Stories

“But you had the humans trespass. It won’t be long before they get curious and decide to all find out what is here.” “No humans who comes here goes back alive. You made sure of that,” the witch said, “Your men who just died seems to have gone back plenty of times death-free.” “Are we killing her or not?” Kyle asked impatiently, wanting to rip the witch apart as they disgust him while hiding under another skin and he brought his other hand up to strike her. “Wait,” Gazzeus stopped him. The witch cackled and said to Kyle in ragged voice, “Kill me now and I will be fucking your mother in hell.”

he whispered in disbelief. “It’s.... no, no, no.” I shook my head unable to process anything at all. My three babies were as promised; fast asleep in the bed they shared. On the floor was something I would had never thought could happen though. Three dead witches, limps ripped apart by sharp canines, Charlotte’s canines. Her body was laid out in her silk pajamas with a hand print burned in her chest.

“I don’t know why, but I got the feeling that these are three powerful trios. Alphas. It is possible that you are one and that we are another, but that leaves at least one more to go. But you three were also a part of a different prophecy, so it could be us and two completely different trios.” Charlie nods, “That makes sense.” I murmur, “Three deaths? Hopefully, one is Mathias.” No one speaks about the vision of Arya on the battlefield. We just...can’t. “I’ve told you all I know.” Meredith whispers, her eyes cast down. She takes another sip of her drink and she has definitely regained some of her color.

Death tells him "Who's that?" He asks "Can I go?" I ask tiredly "It's me, and yeah, your little friend is in your room," Death says "My little friend," "The werewolf," he says At his words, I take off running past him and quickly up the stairs in record time before bursting into my room where she was sitting on my bed covering her ears. "What is with the screaming?" She asks "Sorry," I say before sticking my head out of the door, "Death can we go in your room?!" I ask him

"That's not true. Chad has always been healthy. How could he be dead? You're lying…" "Stop wasting time with her, Bryce. Just finish her off already!" The housekeeper hurried him. Bryce grunted an affirmative reply and raised the knife again. When the knife came down on Lori, my spirit tried everything to stop Bryce, but the knife in his hand went through my body. I was just a spirit without a physical body. There was nothing I could do. Just when I thought Lori would die, the door was kicked open by the police. Lori had been in close contact with the police when she got home.

"Three alphas, three betas, and three significant pack members. As of now, we’ve reached a total of eight, which means." "One more death will finalize whatever they’re attempting to achieve," Marcus concluded somberly. The ensuing silence bore the weight of the ramifications. Out there, a murderer was merely one kill away from completing a ritual that might be ineffective in reality but would undoubtedly lead to more werewolf casualties. And judging by the escalating pattern, that last victim would likely be someone of great importance.

I questioned, looking way at the back to see if I’ll spot Dean. But no sign of him! Angry, I asked Thelma, “Is he standing outside waiting for me to specially invite him inside?!” “LISTEN!” The sorceress sparked, silencing me with her tone. “Your Beta isn’t outside nor can he come to you. Dean… He’s dead.” “What?” My heart skipped at Thelma’s report. Dead? What is she talking about?! “You heard me well, Alpha. Your Beta was found Dead in the woods. Someone or something got to him,” she delivered the news one more time, causing my heart to sink with horror.

I was not allowed to make sudden movements. “Don’t worry, Luna Alessandra. They tried to chop off my foot. But I kept fighting them with my little pack army.” I nodded giving him a shaky laugh. There was a truck where guards were settling she-wolves and children. Horror could be seen on their faces. Covered dead bodies were being shifted to the temporary morgue and it wounded my heart to even imagine that one of them might be Beta Russel. The last night’s occurrence started playing in my mind like a movie. When King Noah told me that Beta Russel had died I tried to point out towards my bed where I made him sit just a few moments back. But… Beta Russel was nowhere.

All the elders were seated discussing only heaven knows what. “Why?” I was concerned. “Alex is dead.” My eyes widened at her statement. Alex was one of the Betas of our pack. How did that happen? “How did he die?” I was close to tears, he had always been so nice to me. “He was found lying dead in his room this morning after you left to see Thorsten. We called on Holgar the priest and he told us that this is a warning and many more terrible things are going to happen.” I became so nervous, I gulped hard and kept my eyes fixed on her. I gave her a nod and she continued.

But I couldn't let anyone distract me from this glorious night. Soon, the world shall fall before my wrath and every rebel, in and out of the underworld shall be wrecked by my fiery anger. (Trumpet blares-triple) "I thought he was meant to get badly wounded, why is the trumpet blown thrice, how could he die??" Alaric panicked immediately as his eyes became a bloodshot red. "It can't be!!" I heard a deep voice cry out. "Fvck!! What have we done?? We are doomed if the Witcher gets summoned by the elders." Alaric cried out.