Witcher 3: Blood And Wine Endings Novels & Stories

"No." "Yes." "I refuse to accept this." "You can't refuse the bloodline, Eryx." "I absolutely can." The echo smiled mischievously, crossing her phantom arms. "You slept for three straight days after drinking that enchanted elvish wine in my sanctuary." Eryx went entirely pale, his jaw dropping. "Oh no. Oh, gods, no." Kael slowly turned his head to look at the young king, his facial expression absolutely priceless. "No way."

“Now, let them come. We are bound. We are eternal. And no oath stands against us.” --- Ending Scene As the last torches flickered low, Dante stood beside Amara, his hand still bleeding, his heart torn between pride and fear. He had wanted to rule, but now he realized—they had become more than rulers. They were bound by something greater, something darker. He leaned close, whispering against her ear. “We’ve crossed a line we can never return from.” Amara’s smile was cold, her lips brushing his cheek. “Then let us walk it together. Till the end.”

He’ll let his feelings be known once we know the outcome. The hours tick by, and still nothing. I try calling Elwin, but it just rings and rings. My heart slowly sinks. Surely Luca’s pack hasn’t gotten this strong. Surely, they haven’t wiped out three hundred wolves? By 9pm Ren and I are sitting next to Illian, nursing large tumblers of whiskey. The complete silence of the day has finally sunk in. We’ve failed—spectacularly. Suddenly, the door slams open and in walks Elwin with two other warriors, Kenneth and Brax. I sit up, my whiskey sloshing over the rim of my glass. Ceraon is instantly alert in my mind.

I sold myself to him. Yet, after the deed, he went back on his words. He refused to pay and snapped, "You're just a widow with a dead husband! This is what you're worth! You either take it or leave it!" I ended up in a brawl with him, but due to the disparity of strengths, he killed me with a punch to my head. The thick snow buried all the evidence of his crime. I even ended up on his plate. Tina died in the cold due to hunger before I could return to her.

With each passing moment, they pushed back against the darkness, their collective will illuminating the night. Finally, as dawn broke on the horizon, the conflict reached its climax. Sasha, sensing defeat, retreated with her remaining followers, vanishing into the depths of the wilderness. Zelda and her pack stood victorious, their fierce determination and unwavering dedication to their alpha prevailing over the forces of evil.

The victim of a witch's spell. "I accept your submission," I say. "And I offer you redemption. If you want it." He lifts his head, tears in his eyes. "I do not deserve it." "Then earn it." I extend my hand. He takes it. The war is over. The witch is defeated. Darian is broken but alive. I look at Kael. At the loyalists. At the northern wolves kneeling in the dust. We have won. But as I turn to ride back to Silvermoon, a cold wind blows through the valley.

Everyone rots in the end. Fire consumes the outer walls. The sky turns the color of dried blood. I watch Luka stand up from my side. His face is twisted in pure madness. He pulls his silver blade, looks at me one last time, and drives it straight into his own heart. He drops to the floor, his blood pooling around my boots. I cannot even blink. The chaos spreads like ink on wet paper. Prince Mitchell and Adriel clash in the courtyard, their claws tearing each other to pieces until both lie still. Treasure screams, driving a dagger into the king's throat right after Ian falls.

With that, he shut his eyes and leaned forward. As the wind howled, he fell. A few seconds later, a dull crash rose from the ground. Red blood spread on the cemented ground yet again. [The End.] … Those were the last words on the screen. As I stared at them, I put my arms above my head and stretched in my chair. I neither felt pleasure from revenge nor did I cry from excitement. I only felt relaxed from completing my mission. The ending created by silly words lost its weight at this point.

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Blake caught Sarah as she collapsed, but she could no longer make a sound. In her final moments, there seemed to be a trace of regret in her eyes. However, before she could say anything, her hand fell heavily to the ground, her last breath gone. Blake threw his head back and let out a long, grief-stricken howl. With the Alpha of the Red Claw pack dead, the remaining red werewolves were quickly subdued by the Black Fang pack, who had finally broken through and taken control. Seville walked over to Blake and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a quiet pat.