On Deaths Bed Witcher 3 Novels & Stories

We watched them fall and die. The humans tried to gas us with NTX3 just as we suspected, and it did not work. I saw the surprised look on the face of the soldiers when they saw that the NTX3 was not working. After killing off most of the werewolves they came to battle us with, we were out of bullets, and we had to shift. "Make sure we survive for the triplets and Gwen," Marcus said to me, and I agreed with him. No one was going to be a hero today.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

He smiled looking at the baby, thinking how he didn’t know what kind of responsibility was on his shoulders when he came into this world. He flicked the page. Aziel Caddel, Father of Uriel Caddel A werewolf. (Deceased) Cause of death: Explosion. He stared at the picture of his grandfather for a while before turning the page. Alfred Bancroft, Beta of the Onyx Tails Pack A werewolf. (Deceased) Cause of death: Explosion. He continued flicking through the pages. Cameron Hugh, Gamma of the Onyx Tails Pack A werewolf. (Deceased)

He gazed at her as if he were seeing her for the first time, and for an instant, there was a flash of agony in his eyes. ___________ The rumors had reached him hours earlier. A dying witch, one who had come before both Seraya and her father with visions, was found by the north valley. She was the last thread that connected him to the reality — the reality of Amelia's death, of the lies that brought it all down. He pushed the door open. Air inside was heavy with herbs and smoke. The witch lay on a wooden bed, her thin body, slow breathing. Her eyes were open, clouded with the weight of death. The candle beside her bedside table shook, its flame leaving little fire.

“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.”

. 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

So he closed the link before kneeling and reaching for her. ‘She isn’t breathing, and her heart doesn’t have any heartbeat.’ Night spoke. ‘But she is a dark witch. They can fool anyone.’ Wylder responded before pulling her heart out of her body, and he smirked when she gasped for the last time before dying for real. "She was alive," Zadok exclaimed. "Not anymore," Wylder muttered, crushing her heart. "Thank Hecate that you were here today, or she would have flown away tonight after we would have done burying her." Zadok sighed in relief. "Burn her body instead of burying her." He ordered his men

Kael moved in front of me, blocking the corpse from reaching me. "Dark magic. Someone's using her body." The corpse's head turned toward us. Its mouth opened but the voice that came out wasn't human. It was deep and hollow and wrong. "The red wolf must die before the blood moon rises." The words echoed through the small room. "Three nights. Three deaths. Then her." "Three nights?" I whispered. "That's—" "Two nights from now," Kael finished. The corpse's red eyes locked onto mine. "I can smell what you are. I can smell the ancient one inside you. It's waking up."

“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.

"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.