The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Blood And Wine の小説・ストーリー

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

I ask trying to continue our conversation, I am leaning on her as we walk "There are some vampires who do not belong to any clan, they are rogues who wanders about and some times they will fall a prey to the witch or other creatures becoming a tool for them Those vampires are the ones that kills and drinks human blood, they are brutal, dangerous and wicked Though for us, we sometimes drink human blood because vampires gets one kind special strength from humans blood than animal blood Especially our master, he drinks human blood and that is one of the reasons he is so strong, though that's not the only reason because he is the descendant of the great powerful vampire in the history, that is w

Caitlin looked over and saw the twins, Taylor and Tyler, standing behind her. “I made it myself,” Tyler said. “And I added the flourish,” Taylor said. “It’s your typical sangria,” Tyler said. “A little wine, a little fruit—” “And a little something special,” Taylor interjected, “To add a kick. Just for vampires. Fresh venison blood.” He took the pitcher and poured some into a large, jewel-encrusted goblet. Caitlin took it and drank. It was delicious, and it went right to her head.

Titus says and Marcus walks over to the bar and places 6 glasses on a tray and walks over carrying them towards Titus. Titus takes the knife and slices his palm and the blood trickles into each glass. Wolves heal quickly, especially Alphas. He had to slice his palm repeatedly. Sadia, Janelle, Marnie, Josh, Leon, and Blair all take their glasses in hand. Titus approaches Sadia first and looks her in the eye. “You will drink the blood and then repeat the same pledge that Sadia will speak, just changing the name.” He looks at them and I chuckle.

I wondered how she would look when she got bigger; I imagined she’d be even more beautiful. Would it be a girl or a boy? Perhaps a girl. I took a sip of my wine. The taste was both familiar and strange. I’d had this brand—Screaming Eagle—more than once, but this time it felt different. As I stared into my glass, a sudden cough shattered the quiet. One soldier coughed, then another, until the whole group was gasping and coughing. Their now-empty glass of wine sat on the table before them. “Wolfsbane.”

The air was thick with smoke and musk, laughter echoing from transformed wolves reclining in the corners, some playing rough drinking games, others nuzzling into their mates with wild abandon. Again, the stench of raw meat and blood mixed with the bitter tang of alcohol hit my nostrils. How disgusting! Pelts lined the walls, trophies from hunts and battles, and dim firelight flickered across the stones, giving the place an almost infernal glow. I kept my arms tight at my sides, refusing to show weakness. Alpha Knight gestured to a private alcove and poured a dark ombre liquid into two stone-carved mugs. “This,” he said, raising his glass, “is Bloodroot. Old as the first tribe. Only the stron

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER ONE THE HIT “In this life, love doesn't kill you. Loyalty does.” - The wine glass tipped a second before the explosion. Emilia Romano didn’t hear the blast first—she felt it. A deep, gut-punch thud that rattled the floor and cracked the windows like bones snapping in a quiet room. Her father’s car. Gone. She didn’t scream. She stood there barefoot on the marble, wine dripping from her fingers, glass shattered around her feet. The air pulsed with heat from the hilltop, where smoke now curled into the twilight like a funeral veil.

My head snapped to the side, the taste of blood flooding my mouth. “Watch your tongue,” Natalia hissed. Elena grabbed a half-empty wine bottle from the table and tilted it over my head. The dark liquid poured over me, icy as it slid down my face, soaking into my already ruined dress. I gasped, the alcohol stinging my eyes and the cuts on my face. Laughter filled the room, my sisters and others. I hadn't even noticed the two hulking men lurking in the shadows, their arms crossed, watching with bored amusement.

In their bid to curry favor with Liam, these werewolves weren't holding back at all as they directed their malice toward me. Liam towered over me while staring down at me from above. Not a hint of sympathy or pity marred his features. "Stand up," he ordered. I struggled to my feet, my entire body trembling. "Since you're that desperate to make amends, I'll give you one chance." Liam then grabbed a jug of wine from an attendant. "This is Shadowthorn Wine. It's completely harmless to werewolves. If you can finish an entire jug, I'll give you one Flower of Life."

His pupils contracted. "That's impossible. Were you really…" Before he could finish, another healer burst out of the emergency room. "Ms. Anderson's abdomen has been completely shredded by silver! She's lost her self-healing ability!" Whatever flicker of guilt Cameron felt toward me vanished instantly. Rage swallowed him whole again. He lunged at me, grabbed my arm, and roared at the healer. "Use her blood! She's a wolf princess. Her blood carries natural healing!" The healer rushed to stop him. "Alpha Cameron! She's a patient, too! She's already lost a dangerous amount of blood. You can't ma…"