Witcher 3: Blood And Wine Endings Novels & Stories

All humming in perfect sync. “I rewrote it,” I said. “No more wager. No more seed. Just… balance.” Mamá’s voice was soft. “And Victor?” “Trapped,” I said. “In the code. Forever.” Elena hugged me. “You saved us.” I hugged her back. But in the corner of my vision, a single line of code pulsed. > WAGER COMPLETE. NEW GAME BEGINS. I smiled. The city was ours. But the game never ends.

The white haired woman walked to me and touched my cheek gently. “It is over, child,” she whispered. “You are home.” They cut the silver ropes off my guys. The five of us crashed together in the middle of the chamber. Ethan kissed my bloody forehead. Luca buried his face in my hair. Dante held me so tight my ribs creaked. Eli sobbed into my neck. I laughed and cried at the same time. My whole body shook. We had won. We had finally won. The head elder raised his hand one last time.

“Like two beasts trying to destroy each other.” Her grip tightens slightly. “And then?” “I saw destruction.” “Blood, dead wolves.” My voice shakes slightly now. “And Lucien was in the center of it.” Eira’s gaze doesn’t waver. “And the ending?” “There were two.” Silence fills the shelter. “One where the light and shadows merged to bring peace." “And the other?” I meet her eyes. “Total darkness.” The words feel heavy. Eira exhales slowly. “Visions.” I blink.

"She asked me to warn you about Jasper and his cohorts. She said they are brutal, and they are probably backed by some unknown forces. She asked me to tell you not to seek revenge on her behalf." "huh." the witch responded and swiped at the tears on her cheek, "I see. Well." Saying nothing else, the witch turned away and walked to a shelf. She picked up a vial with colorless liquid and turned back to me. Her grief hadn’t suddenly vanished, but something resolute had settled in its place. At least, for that moment. "Here you go." she said, and handed me the vial, "The puppy drinks this and the bond between him and Camille will be severed within three days."

Emmett, standing off to the side, let out a sigh and did not bother to clarify. "My dad's never been fond of you. Couldn't you at least try to win him over? "What did he even say that was wrong?" The waiter thrust the piping hot water into my hands. My fingers reddened with the burn. Determined not to miss my next flight, I gritted my teeth against the heat and passed the cup to him in full view of the crowd. "Mr. Stewart, enjoy your drink." Marvin gave a satisfied grunt, took a sip, and then, without warning, doused me with it.

One by one, the others followed, rejecting the illusions that tried to define them. The reflections screamed as they shattered into shards of light, dissolving into the mirrors. The entire hall trembled as the final mirror cracked. The Keeper’s voice echoed once more. "You have passed." The mirrors melted away, and suddenly, they were standing back in the real world—before the Keeper and the now-restored altar. --- The End of the Game The Keeper studied them with a knowing gaze. "You have done what few before you could. You have faced the truth within yourselves and emerged whole."

I pointed my gun towards his head slowly and smiled. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. I pulled the trigger and the bullet went straight in between his eyes, splashing blood on the ground. I ordered my men to kill the remaining captives. They pleaded for mercy, but it fell on deaf ears. The war ended in our victory, as I ended alpha Lucian and his entire pack. The moon was a witness to the whole bloodbath at the pack house. The ground was full of lifeless bodies with different marks of claws and teeth on them. I growled loudly, and my eyes glowed as it reflected the moonlight.

The Iron Ram falls to his knees, weakened and utterly defeated as it was rather clear from his disposition. But still he refused to give up. With a devil’s strength he picks himself up by steadying himself with one sword and striking at the Red Wolf’s legs sweeping him off the ground. And then instantly before the Red Wolf’s back hits the ground, the Iron Ram drives his weapon into the Red Wolf’s chest. There’s blood all over. But the Red Wolf is not dead, as he pushes away the Iron Ram’s weapon and immediately gets himself back on his feet and kicks the Iron Ram in the face.

But it was too late, I was doomed for sure. If you wanted to kill a wolf, then wolfsbane would do it. Deadly poisonous to us all, the silver from the bullet would help paralyze and the combination of the two, were fatal. I turned my head to look towards the sound of the gun, Alpha Jett Fangar, with a grin on his face and a gun in his hand, he spluttered blood from his mouth and died in the field, satisfied he had completed his work. The familiar voice kept talking to me, “peach please, please, don’t go. You’re back baby, you’re back, we are together again. This is how we are meant to be, you can’t just leave me now. What will I do. I need you” I could feel this mans tears falling on my face,

"And out of all people, you know damn well I never let shit like this slide just like that, but I had no fucking choice." Even though what I said was true, what made me walk out of that diner couldn't have been farther from the truth. Just when I convinced myself there was no possible way Zaire could inflict more pain on me than he already had, he somehow always managed to find a new way to twist that knife a little deeper. Seriously, it was almost impressive how he continuously got creative with this shit. I was sick of it.