Novel & Cerita Witcher 3: Blood And Wine Best Ending

The Emperor raised a toast as they all lifted their wine glasses and clicked it together before they began to sip from it. Back at the Cougar quarters, the selected cougars for the auction were so happy, they could not wait to leave the Cougar Empire and belong to only one person. News has it that once a person steps into the Cougar Empire that person never makes it out again, until a miracle like the Cougar auction happens to you. That's the only way you will be able to stop serving different men in public and belong to one person.

As Elder Jet ducks and weaves between the clawing soldiers in a series of desperate elusive maneuvers, as the witch attacks the warriors with some strange silver concoction, I recognize the urgency of this final push for what it is. A last stand. My heart breaks a little as I realize just how down to the wire things have gotten. I may die here, but I hope to live long enough to see the victory of the Lycan kingdom. How could we win, though? What do we have left? Suddenly, I see the answer to that question walking towards me, and my gasping breaths start to quicken.

The fight finally comes to an end as I kill the last rogue and look around to see no casualty on our side but a lot of warriors are severely injured. I mind link the medics to come and take the warriors to the infirmary. The exhaustion and blood loss starts taking over me and when I see the last wolf being taken to the infirmary, I finally let the darkness take over me and fall on the ground without a care of the world.

It wasn't until a long time afterward that I learned Mabel died in a car accident on the day of our wedding, and I was filled with endless sorrow. The comments appeared once again. [The story of the second female lead's rise to power is much better than the other cheesy melodramas I've read.] [Yeah. This was the perfect ending.]

They disappeared into a back room and came back carrying trays lined with silver wine glasses. They placed the glasses on the edge of the stage and another Zeta filled the glasses halfway with a purplish liquid that I recognized as wolfsbane. I stood watching the three Swiss Alphas as the electricity still sparked in my hands and I had this sudden urge to kill them. “Gentlemen, step forward and accept your fate, empty your glass and suffer the consequences of your actions,” Nino said as we stood in front of the guilty.

She cleared her throat before she spoke. “Listen, Warrior Witches has infiltrated our territory, okay? The bombing and explosions are just a stint to drive away the Warrior Witches so we could escape and evacuate. Lane and his team will arrive but I need you to calm down first, okay?” “They’re coming? Lane?” She nodded slowly. “Yes.” Relief invaded my system. Amara guided me to the cabin. I slumped my body on one of the beds. Even after drinking Amara’s blood, the energy it fueled my body only lasted for minutes. Now, I feel my body weakening and aching again.

He kneels, gasping. Ceres (gripping the railing): "Stop this. He's not fighting back anymore. He's... surviving." Elder Mora (next to her): "He's enduring. That's the point." Ceres: "The point is blood." Final Moments of the Trial Warrior 1 (raising blade): "End it." Xavier (on one knee): "No." Warrior 2: "You don't get a choice." Xavier (smirks faintly): "Always do."

Her actions looked incredibly natural. After witnessing the entire thing, I said emotionlessly, "It's okay—it looks like she needs you more than I do. I'll just head home on my own." Before he could say anything else, I walked over to the table and bid everyone goodbye before leaving the restaurant. Zeke wanted to go after me, but Scarlett was clinging onto him to stop him from leaving. Considering my safety, I hailed a taxi by the side of the road and headed home. Since I had a few drinks earlier, my mind felt fuzzy. I sat in the backseat of the taxi and glanced at the view outside. All of a sudden, the scenery outside began to blur.

She stood and went to inspect it. “True enough. Here you go, your favourite, Riesling.” Alfred walked to her and handed her a glass of wine he’d just poured for her. “Thank you. Alfred, do you think the wolves will recover from this anytime soon?” Bethany couldn’t keep her mind off them as she settled the grimoire into its niche and sealed it into place. She felt guilty seeing the people who’d survived, huddled in a camp. Bethany knew she felt a little responsible because they’d given Veronica the lightest punishment for what she’d done. They couldn’t have known that she’d locate a missing grimoire and use it against anyone.

“ This wine is really good, I think that it's made from the potion created by a witch, aren’t I right?” Greta asked as she finished taking a sip of the wine and feeling a bit relaxed as her anger calmed down a lot. Alpha Erwin nodded and sighed helplessly before replying, “ My brother found three dark witches and he made them whip up a bunch of wine for our kind. You know that despite having our differences both the witches and the shifters have to rely on each other. But then something happened the witches were killed even my brother was taken away. Though I am not going to get involved with it as it had nothing to do with me.”