The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Blood And Wine Novels & Stories

By tradition, as long as I, the White Wolf, remained a member of the pack, my bloodline power would protect the clan through the totem, even if I wasn't physically present at the altar. "Great Moon Goddess, witness our union and grant us prosperity!" Alexander and Lucas, looking high-spirited and proud, held Sarah's hands. Sarah was practically vibrating with triumph, casting arrogant glances at the Elders below. Together, they dripped their blood onto the wolf-head totem of the pack. Sarah looked shy and demure, already fantasizing about the glory that was about to be hers. However, in the very next second— Crack. The totem, which should have erupted with blinding silver light, let out a cr

Music blared loudly, the beats of the music already flowing through our bodies, the urge to dance making us all excited. A few teens were lying flat-out drunk on the lawn. We walked up the path trying to avoid any cups or beer cans that littered the floor as we swiftly walked inside and found our way into the kitchen which was crowded with people. The smell of heavily medicated tonic had my nose twitching, it was an alcoholic drink that was made specifically for werewolves. The alcohol level was six times the normal. It was the only drink that could get a werewolf drunk, it was strong and bitter in taste, but it hits you very quickly. The strong medication within it caused the effects.

After Maya came back from the woods with Ashton, he prepared a feast for her and the three people in the house sat at the table as they enjoyed their meal. Eliphas has even brought out a rare bottle of red wine. Although it's said that werewolves, witches, and all supernatural beings don't get easily drunk, the wine was specifically brewed so after a short time, Maya’s cheeks had turned red from the wine. She had not even taken a full glass and her face had already turned a crimson red.

The psychological warfare was working perfectly. A young maid approached their section of the table, carrying an ornate tray with two glasses of what appeared to be premium red wine. The girl, Liliana, had been Zora's maid when she was at the Moonclaw Pack. She set the glasses before them with practiced grace. The moment the scent hit his nostrils, Trent's eyes began to glow with an otherworldly light. The rich, metallic undertone beneath the wine's bouquet was unmistakable. Blood. And not just any blood – this had been specifically chosen for its potency.

I grabbed the handle and tried to open it, but it seemed locked. The sound reverberated in our ears for a long time. A musty, dank order sneaked into my nose. Weeds of dark leafy were clinging on the roof, due to which any person would faint. The house's walls showed black decay with various names written on them with red ink or blood. Stains of original paint indicated the house's prior affluence. The fresh blood of humans covered the corners of the doors with tiny black spiders thread towards their loot. It reflected a royal yet haunted image as if Kings and queens lived here for centuries.

There's a short silence before one of the maids steps forward, carrying a small glass of red wine on a silver tray. “The wine symbolizes the blood of Bloodfang and that your words are as pure as your heart,” the elder continues, picking up the glass from the tray and holding it out for Sage, who accepts it. He looks at the crowd one more time before bringing the glass to his lips, but stops halfway when his nose twitches. ‘Instinct,’ Alpha Rowan's voice echoes in his head. His brows furrow as he inhales deeply into the glass of wine; the smell is faint, fading, but it's there. Instantly, his eyes snap to the crowd without bringing down the glass.

I made a list of the eight, each assigning them to one person. Caden Winnow, Alpha of the Winnow pack Bane Fangworth, Marcel’s father and former Alpha of Fangworth pack Fenrir of the Night, Alpha of Night pack Ragnar Blackclaw, Alpha of Claw pack Lykos Bloodrose. Alpha of the Bloodrose pack Grim, Alpha of the Midnight pack Zayne Wilde, Alpha of the Wilde pack Alaric Wolfsage, Alpha of the Wolf Sage pack I handed each name to the eight assassins. “The last person is Hayden Storm, the Alpha of the storm pack but I will handle that personally,” I told them.

The entire weight of the Lycan king was falling against me and I grabbed his arm to try and steady him while looking into his glossy eyes. Something red was pooling in his mouth and at first glance it looked like the wine they were drinking. Cherry red with darker hints of chocolate brown. Everyone looked at the wine in their glasses like it was a pool of blood and set them down in a hurry, immediately spitting and coughing, wiping their tongues with their hands and the sigil-stamped napkins.

'When darkness cloaks the blood of evil, and when nightmares brood for souls, he rides the shadows, hunting for a new game.' – Bloodsongs. ~~ (Aurora) Aurora nervously walked towards Art's house, hoping yesterday's misadventure wouldn't put a dampen to her mood. She didn't want it to. They had to spend their lives next to each other and she didn't want to be fighting with him. She was excited to go the vineyard and she didn't want to keep worrying about the previous night or keep thinking about it.