On Deaths Bed Witcher 3 Novels & Stories

“Very good girl.” ALEXANDER’s POV The crash of a door jolts me awake. Hudson storms in, out of breath, eyes sharp. “What?” I snap, sitting up. “She’s dead.” My brows knit. “Who?” “The witch. She bit her tongue, bled out, and now she’s gone.” For a moment, I’m silent. Then rage builds in my chest, nearly knocking the breath from my lungs. I snatch the vase off my bedside table and smash it against the wall.

Nikky yelled, with fear in her eyes. "I had faith in you that you would bring me back, Nikky; I knew you would do all it takes,” I said, dragging her closer into a hug. “Do you also know that you aren't going to be able to fall unconscious again because you are going to die and there won't be anything the witches can do because you have already crossed the line of the dead two gucking times, the dead would take you with them if you cross the third time,” El said, walking towards the bed, and sitting on it.

“How are you alive, Zach? I watched you die and.. “I didn’t die” he says, “a witch took care of my wolf for three years and I was able to be resuscitated” “And your funeral?” “It was all planned baby” he replies, “and I couldn’t tell you, I wanted to be sure I would live and I..

"My Alpha made me swear that I'll keep you safe and not even a hair on your head should be touched. So if you know what's best for you, keep your ass on that bed and be safe!" We were still talking when I felt a cold chill run down my spine. I turned to Oscar and he had gone still. He's fucking dead. Not by a stake, not by anything that could kill a vampire but the blood of my fated. "He's gone," I whisper. None of them flinches. Declan angles his right shoulder in a lazy shrug. "Good for him. Are the clean-up team close?" He asks Xavier as if Oscar Warsunng's death shouldn't be a thing of bother.

He drew a small, silver-handled dagger from his belt—the same dagger that had killed me in Life Three. "It’s not a who, Elowen," he said, his voice turning cold. "It’s the Ninth Life. It’s come to make sure the Tenth doesn't escape." The door didn't break. It simply began to melt, the wood turning into a black, viscous liquid. And stepping through the puddle of rot was a woman. She wore a tattered wedding dress, her throat crushed and her eyes gone. It was me. From the life before. I need honesty

A warning painted in grief. She moved before thought could take hold. Her boots slipped once on the stone, slick with something warm. The silence inside wasn’t empty. It was holding its breath. When her eyes adjusted to the dark, she saw them—healers, three of them, crumpled near the far wall. Their throats slit. Their robes scorched. The magic still etched around them had failed to protect them. They had died trying. And at the center of the room, beside the bed—

Darby was in a rage, spiteful anger.Darby punched the handsome devil and the did the same, the nearby people came to stop the fistfight.The doctor told that the body was badly burned and they need to identify it.The condition of Katrina was so bad...she was in a trance.The whole night was torture for them.They stayed in the hospital when the doctors were examining the dead body.All of them worried, tired and exhausted.Darby, time to time was staring Azazel with eyes filled with blood.It was five in the morning when the doctor confirmed that the girl who died was Alexandra Katz.Katrina fell on the floor while crying and the rest of them were upset."This happens when a human girl gets into a f

The pack looked deserted as people were too scared to leave their houses for fear of being the next victim of the strange illness. Death had come for us all and I couldn’t do anything as the Alpha. It started with the omegas—the weakest. Just last week, we lost three warriors. Their eyes would turn blood red, their skin would go pale, and within three days, their lives would cease to exist. We had a pile of dead bodies to bury every day. "You’re doing it again, Trent. Brooding will not take you anywhere.” Amelia’s throaty voice interrupted my thoughts. Her scent used lure me in. She had the best smile and her voice sounded so proud in my head. Now she reeked of desperation that made my wolf

Delilah's POV She paused to let that land before continuing. "A border skirmish with a rogue faction on their eastern line has been sending injured wolves in faster than Margaret and her staff can treat them. Three wolves have died from infections that should have been treatable if they'd had the manpower." My hands went still on my pack straps. Three wolves dead from infections, the exact thing I could pull out with my bare hands.

Belladonna watched as the dagger went downwards to the King’s exposed chest; her heartbeat slamming against one another rapidly. It was too fast. The White King sprung up and directed the dagger to Bori’s stomach instead. The blade drained him of his blood and he fell back, dry and dead, like a tiny stink of bones overshadowed by his robes. The door swung open immediately, and Dogori rushed in. He jammed the end of his staff into Bori’s chest and he vanished into ashes. Then he pointed his staff at Belladonna. “The human next for the third death. She is one of them.”