Witcher 3: Blood And Wine Endings Novels & Stories

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.

Crimson's POV ‘Ah, yes. A happy ending. The bad guy gets caught. Protagonist lives! Survives the most unfortunate saga of her life. Be with the man she loves. Peace for everyone, indeed. Everybody wins. There was hope after all. Well... just not for all of us.’ I poured the pig's blood all over the guy sitting in front of me, tied up, unable to do anything. The thick blood ran down his naked body. “Now then,” I whistled and Greed came running inside.

“No.” She looked back toward the wall, toward the roads, toward the people already moving because of her. “I’m going to outlast it.” Tyler’s breath slowed. “That’s harder.” “Yes,” Lyra agreed. “And that’s why it works.” Beyond the wall, the third force prepared a gesture meant to look like an ending. Lyra Vale was prepared to show them what happened when endings failed.

shall fall. Only together can they break the curse. Only together can they survive the storm to come. The final words hang in the air like thunder after lightning. The silence that follows is no longer stunned — it’s charged. Lucian’s eyes meet mine across the room. “Is this real?” he asks quietly. “Yes,” I whisper. “I think it is.” Malakar speaks next. “Three bloodlines. Three wolves, three hunters...” He looks from me to his brother, then back again. “That’s us. Isn’t it?”

Corey roared in pain, his grip weakening. With a final, guttural snarl, I seized the moment and sank my fangs into his throat, securing my victory. The metallic taste of his blood confirmed his end. Corey's body went limp, lifeless, as the valley fell into an eerie silence. The rogue members, sensing the loss of their leader, scattered into the night. Dead bodies scattered around, but through the loss, the good had won once again. We howled together, celebrating our triumph. The sound echoed through the valley, a testament to the strength of our bonds and the power of our unity.

--- **The Sacrifice** Eden's body shudders. The Hollow King screams, its grip on him unraveling. "*Mom*-" Eden chokes, reaching for me. The Hunter yanks me back. "It's too late!" The lullaby spreads, a virus in the Silence's code. The Hollow King implodes, dragging Eden into the void. The wasteland dissolves. --- **The Edge of Dawn** We're back at the desert of white sand. The Hunter collapses, coughing blood. "He's gone."

The original conclusion smiled again. "In the approved scenario, Jack Miller becomes the Weaponized Alpha Vector. He protects Katherine Sterling until attachment reaches maximum leverage. Then the leverage is applied. Katherine chooses survival. Jack chooses sacrifice. The system harvests escalation, seals the Devourer, and files the result as success." Jack felt the floor tilt under him. Katherine's hand clenched so hard around his that pain shot through his bones. "That was the ending?" she asked. "One of them," the Sage gasped. "The one they paid for."

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.

“Marcus becomes eternal Keeper, Mabel reclaims it permanently, or death fractures irreversibly. Ten seconds.” My son is standing ready to sacrifice himself. My family is watching to see what I decide. And I’m trapped between letting my child imprison himself or imprisoning myself. “There has to be a third option,” I insist desperately. “There isn’t,” the Witness of Endings states flatly. “Death needs an eternal Keeper. Marcus volunteers, you reclaim it, or fracturing continues. Those are only outcomes. Five seconds.” Alistair is beside me with grief in his collective voice.

he whispered before Alex pulled the trigger. As Diego crumpled to the floor, Alex stood over him, chest heaving with exertion. The battle was won, but the war was far from over. The rain continued to fall in relentless sheets as Alex stood alone in the dimly lit warehouse, the echo of gunfire still ringing in his ears. The battle was over, but the cost was high. Blood stained the floor beneath his feet, mingling with the slick wetness of the rain. His own blood, his men’s blood—Diego’s blood. The scent of death was overpowering, thick in the air.