The Witcher Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As he recounted the tale, he skillfully wove a vivid picture of the forbidden romance between the white wolf and the Alpha, their bond as destined mates, and the rage of the witch when she discovered their connection. “And so, in a fit of anger, the witch and her coven cast four curses upon the white wolf,” he said, adding a touch of suspense. “But what those curses entailed, my dear, you’ll have to wait and see.” He grinned playfully, leaving Jennifer hanging on the edge of her seat, eager to hear the rest of the enthralling story.

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."

I muttered, kicking the horse into a trot and ignoring the dark looks from Serik and Draeven as we passed through the archway and into the cold, damp forest. The ride to the Ironclaw border was long and silent, punctuated only by the rhythmic thud of hooves and the occasional snap of a branch, and I could feel the weight of every pair of eyes on my back as we moved through the trees. To the pack, their Alpha was riding to battle with a witch tucked against his chest, a sight that went against every tradition we held sacred, and I could hear Draeven whispering to the younger warriors about how the Morwen blood was already turning my mind into mush.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

No matter what but Skyrim was a wolf and that means he will come across his mate one day. Nia was a daughter of a witch while Skyrim was a wolf. They were engaged since the day they were born as a treaty to bring peace in two worlds. They were not alone but there was another couple too. It was a she wolf and a male witch. With time, Nia turned into a literal fairy while Skyrim was a sigma wolf in his pack. This marriage was going to bring witches and wolves more closer but things changed when the alpha's son saw Nia one day. He went mad after seey her beauty and wanted to have her at all costs.

now Aza's voice looks disbelieving, how could there be a world like that, witches, vampires, werewolves, isn't that just a myth? The more Aza thought, the more confused he was with the contents of the book. Or maybe this is a fairy tale book that he accidentally read and fell asleep, while sleeping the book hit his head so that he forgot that he had the book and read it last night, ok like that. "Argh! No logic, no logic, no logic! What the hell!" Aza grumbled in frustration. "Aza! Come down! Let's eat!" At the moment the confusion in Aza's mind widened, Aubrey's voice was like a savior for Aza who was thinking so hard that he was confused by what he was thinking.

"If you can't come up, I can come down." Katrina stares at her. "What?" Katrina smiles, "I used to wonder the kind of wolf that would be the king's mate. Since he hadn't found his mate, we all figured she wasn't going to be from Eldrida. To be honest, there were rumours that he was cursed or destined to be without a mate. But then, I used to think, what would her personality be like? Would she be one of the werewolves that think witches are beneath them? Trust me, there are few of those. So I'm just glad that you happen to be a witch as well, that means we're safe. I didn't ever imagine that you'd be so cool though, you're the perfect mate for the king."

the gray wolf aimed at her. “Help me,” Mara said to the trees around her, the twigs of the plants started growing and wrapped around her attacker. Her eyes widened in surprise, she had read in some books back home that witches used to control the earth with powers but she somehow doubted that she had it in her. Her father had told her about his grandmother and the power she wielded, he even believed that she was going to take after her, especially the prophecy that came when she was born. She had doubted this especially when she was framed and knew her fate was that she was going to be banished from the pack. But seeing this today, unbelievably she smiled and looked at the other wolves who

🖤🩸“I have always wondered what my destiny was. This vampiric witcher believes it’s to bear his pup, and to drink from me.” – Frida King🩸🖤 … I commenced running with all that I had, forgetting the fact that I had to hide my identity. My Lycan willingly came out and although she didn’t shift, we were still fast. Heaving erratically, breathing in fast paces, I looked back from time to time...

he whispered again, his tone shaking, “do you remember your father’s message? The one about the Alpha Seal… being with Witch Ana? He called her your mother’s younger sister.” The memory slammed into her chest like a blow. “Yes,” she whispered, her heart hammering. Then louder, as if the truth was branding itself into her soul: “Yes. I remember.” Her voice broke into silence, heavy with finality. “It's like I'm a witch, but then,” she whispered. "Why don't I have the scent of a witch?" Suddenly, the witch stepped closer. With a swift motion, she touched Raina’s neck, and the mark seemed to lift, glowing faintly before sinking back into her skin. In that moment, Raina’s scent shifted, no longe