On Deaths Bed Witcher 3 Novels & Stories

That day she felt that Bella's mother was not going to come back and it happened. She never came back. Only a bloodied beta came back who looked exhausted and tired as he informed others that Bella's mother was killed in an attack. That day, not only Bella but also Giselle lost her mother. The body was never found and they could not even look at her for the last time. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* Werewolves and witches were mortal enemies. It was not wrong to assume that the beta killed her because she was a witch.

“She tried to kill the wolves by using what was left of Umai’s magic.” “She said in her journal…do you remember?” I ask. “She can command the dead.” Jericho is white as a sheet and he looks like he’s going to throw up. “I hate to say this, but I don’t know what to do next. How do we know who is alive and who is...well, for the lack of a better word, a zombie?” “Corpses don’t bleed,” I say. “Even reanimated ones.” Jericho looks to Vera as if asking her for confirmation. The witch merely nods. “She’s right, Alpha.”

Just a little more and everyone in the pack would be like that too. “Something bad has happened, Miss Annabelle.” I wanted to snap at her that I was not Annabelle. I was Melucia and the world will hear my name but now was not the right time. I would go slow. Savor my revenge. I was in no hurry. “Something bad has happened. Beta Carden is dead. He was burnt! Burnt with something called hellfire that can only come from powerful witches. He died in the kids playroom and the kids are nowhere to be found.” She finally burst into tears.

She wants to kill us. "Diego—behind the door. Kare—right window. Hakeem—under the desk. I’ve got the one behind the boxes. On three." "One. Two. Three." Diego slams the door open, trapping a male witch behind it. The impact knocks the breath out of him, but he shrieks, sending a burst of sound that nearly deafens us. Diego takes the hit, then punches him so hard his skull cracks against the wall. Dead. Kare takes a flying kick to the face of another witch, breaking her nose, caving it in. She’s dead before she even hits the floor.

Bethany scoffed. "At least I'm not the hoe in this trio," Ashleigh argued. "Well Ash, I'm gonna be honest, if I were you I would've taken him on the on the first month anniversary," Heather stated. "Oh hell no! I would take him on the first day!" Bethany exclaimed. Ashleigh rolled her eyes as they arrived at campus. "I'll see you two hoes after class," Ashleigh stated before they went their separate ways. Meanwhile Damien had just woken up, he was resting in bed when he heard coughing coming from a room. He got up and went downstairs to the kitchen where the coughing was coming from.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

Her wings splay out, exposing her vulnerable chest. I partially shift, claws ripping from my fingers, and stab them deep into her heart. She dies. Messily. Screaming. I hear the same death wail from the others—only three left now. Looks like Nate and Rowen handled theirs. Black goo covers my hands. I grimace. I’m going to have to boil this off later. Then I spot Lamashtu #3 reaching for my other sword. “Oh, hell no.” She grabs it—and throws it. Far. Great.

The backup had finally arrived. *** “Lock them all up,” the Alpha ordered. “Yes, Alpha.” It was a bloody scene. Only three witches survived. We couldn’t save the young women who’d been brought as sacrifices. I learned there was another woman who’d been killed before. They were using some serious blood magic here. I hadn’t shifted out of my wolf skin because I would be totally naked in front of over a dozen men. “Alpha, we found a few betas dead in the woods,” a man with a buzz cut said.

"If he wakes within three days, he should make a full recovery. His wolf will be able to complete the healing process." "And if he doesn't?" Abel asked, his voice tight. The witch's expression didn't change. "Then there may be no saving him." Suddenly my knees buckled, and I would have fallen if Abel hadn't caught my arm. "Three days," I whispered. "He has to wake up in three days or he dies?" "I'm afraid so," the witch said gently. A sob tore from my throat. I pressed my hand over my mouth, trying to hold it back, but more followed. My whole body shook with the force of them.

The Witch was at her usual station, tinkering with potions, the heavy scent of herbs filling the room. "Lucian... did we—" "We won." His voice broke with emotion. "Viktor's dead. We won." I grabbed his hand. "Really?" He nodded, beaming. "Really. You've been out for a month. While you were asleep, we crushed Viktor's forces and every pack that sided with him. The borderlands are ours again." The relief lasted only a heartbeat before reality hit me. I seized his sleeve. "Why are you still here? You were supposed to go back! Don't you understand — if you missed that portal, you will never be able to return to the real world!"