Runecrafting Witcher 3 Novels & Stories

Bill stood up, bowed like a refined gentleman, and departed. I sprawled out on the floor, striking an inviting pose for a moment until he was gone, then sat up to focus on the ancient book. I had memorized how to read the Runes exactly as Bill had shown me. I had mastered the alphabet and practiced enough to understand its contents clearly. It spoke of the origins of witchcraft, as well as spells for attack, defense, and healing. On page 128, there was a spell to turn blood into an explosive that could be triggered at any moment.

Whatever watchers moved there ceased as our wolves advanced, silent in the dark. I stood and straightened. In the quiet the wind whispered across my cloak. The scent of ash, water, and old magic combined. I glanced down at the vial in my satchel, the ash mixed with rune‑shards. The enemy’s message. Boundaries drawn in our land. Lines they counted on. But we redrew them. I retrieved a small chisel and hammer and set to work on the river‑stone at the edge of the bank. With each strike I carved our seal twin‑crescents joined and fixed. The stone chipped away, the rune appearing in midnight silver. The wolves watched, heads low.

They are fiercely independent and rarely stay grounded, literally or politically. Mireholt (MY-er-holt) – Swamp witches and blood mages who draw power from decay, rot, and ancestral bones. Their spellcraft is primal and raw, passed down through generations steeped in earth and sacrifice. Foxglove (FOX-gluv) – Masters of venom, temptation, and misdirection. Foxglove witches are spies, poisoners, and political fixers. Their magic is beautiful, seductive, and always has a catch. Thornveil (THORN-vayl) – Defensive spellcrafters and rune-wielders who specialize in hex barriers, sigil locks, and protection circles. When a Thornveil shields you, nothing gets through, unless they want it to.

The HUD hovers like a holographic blueprint. CRAFTING SCREEN – ACTIVE Recipes Unlocked (4/47) 1. Heartbound Talisman (Remy) – 100% components 2. Sunforge Bracer (Seras) – 100% components 3. Reflection Ward Ring (Self) – 100% components 4. Nine-Tail Anchor (Kayo) – 100% components Begin synthesis? Y/N I tap Y. The bloodstone flares white. I speak the 30% I own in perfect Vinča—words that mean protect, endure, return.

The three sisters join hands and murmur an incantation. I watch in stunned silence as the runes begin to glow brightly underneath the thick layer of salt. Soon, the salt turns black, and the witches finally release their hands, and Petra wipes the salt from Willow's back. As she wipes the salt off of Willow, it takes the runes along with it. Willow's spine is clear of the symbols that were once there. “That is all it took?” I ask, astonished. The three witches nod their heads, and I feel pissed off. “Then why wasn't it done sooner?”

Mircea and the other knights lead me to a room that is clearly used by a dark witch. The shelves on the walls are stacked with all sorts of jars filled with plants, animal parts and other stuff that I don’t recognize, crystals, and many other things witches use to make spells, potions, parchment, and whatever else they do. The scent of evil makes the hair on the back of my neck stand. The witch, the same one who gave me the healing potion before I left for the Nether Realm, is in front of a table, stirring something in a small cauldron.

The black type of witch is a race, while the change of blood color – purple to black – is a consequence and a curse that cannot be broken forever. I closed our main gate and went back to my bedroom to get my big black backpack. While Jennifer is not home, I decided to go for a hike on Mt. Labo to collect special ingredients or different kinds of herbs and flowers that can only be found in remote mountains. I’m going to use it for the products of my company. I opened our gate once again, headed straight to my McLaren F1 and drove it out of my garage. Then I got out of my car again and closed the gate again.

It bleeds shadow where it should burn flame. My wolf growls deep in my chest. “Kael!” he calls, his voice echoing like laughter over bones. “I brought you what you wanted!” Behind him, the fog shifts. Shapes move inside it — too tall, too thin, not wolves. The air hums with dark energy, the pulse of the same runes we found earlier. Lucian snarls. “What in the hell is that?” “Not hell,” I say. “Witchcraft.” I ride forward alone.

It gave me an edge around the people I mingled with. I still had my harem of witches with me minus Lilith. The bitch left and took everything in my vault. It was okay, some of it was hers anyway and she did leave me the formula of the "No-scent" elixir that helps wolves blend with the humans. Because of it, wolves have difficulty sniffing out a wolf from a human so it's a great thing for the spies I have scattered all over the country.