Witcher 3: Blood And Wine Endings Novels & Stories

He asked me not to be so paranoid and petty. It was the first time he and I had a cold war. It lasted for a whole month and ended with him giving in to me. He promised to stop favoring Ruby and to keep his distance from her. However, it still bothered me. Ruby's existence was like a sword hanging over my head, and it had finally fallen! Coming back to my senses from the memories, I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and pondered, 'This is a good thing. Be decisive. I will never be hurt by love again. I will be my parents' little princess again once I return to the prairie.'

The Elder Wolf stiffened, shock and disbelief etched across his features. Kaelan twisted, pouring every ounce of strength and rage into the final blow. A sickening crack echoed through the clearing. And then— The Elder Wolf fell. Dead. The battlefield stilled, a profound silence enveloping them as the reality of the moment settled in. The pack barely breathed, their eyes wide with disbelief as they processed what had just transpired. Kaelan stood there, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, blood dripping from his fingers. The weight of victory pressed down on him—too heavy, too bitter. He turned toward Elias’s lifeless body, his hands trembling as the elation of victory twisted in

The shot echoed through the chamber as Luca fell to the floor, gasping, bleeding. He reached up toward me with trembling fingers. “I made you,” he whispered. “And I unmade you,” I said. His eyes glazed over. His last breath was a lie swallowed by silence. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- **Aftermath** The chamber went still. The lights dimmed. The Codex faded into cold steel. Gone. Every secret. Every weapon. Every chain. Gone. Damien reached for my hand. “You did it,” he said. I looked down at the ash left behind.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

I looked around to see if anyone saw me. I hurriedly crawled my way under a sturdy table. I can still walk in this condition. I have two bullets left. I can still use it. My eyes wandered around, looking for Lane. I sighed heavily as I realized I’m just two meters away from him. He’s still fighting with the Warrior Witches. With my trembling hands, I aimed my gun on the Witches. I bit my lips as I pulled the trigger shooting two of the Witches. I sighed in relief when I saw them lying on the ground. I didn’t kill them but if they won’t get aid within three hours, they’re good as dead.

Finlay had killed Alpha Williamsburg. Ophelia coughed up blood and managed to rise to her feet, from where she was kept by Jasper. Despite the pain, her heart swelled up so much in her chest because it was all over. The war had ended. With Alpha Williamsburg's men frozen and dying and the Alpha himself dead, with his body split. Finlay was panting heavily, with his chest rising and falling. He cast a grateful glance at the ice dragon because he had things easier with his arrival.

Maya alone and helpless, left alone to her self. And now they'd kill her. Then hunt down Dominic and the others. She'd sacrificed herself for nothing. "Any last words?" Ghost's finger moved to the trigger. Maya opened her mouth, and closed it. What was there to say? She'd lost, and they'd won, that is how the story Ends. Except. The window beside Maya opened with force inward and the glass shattered to the ground, metal hit the ground and smoke stared coming out of it. Smoke filled the room in minutes, and was entering eyes, more like pepper spray.

We lost the majority of us, but we ended up victorious. Tears in my eyes suddenly poured down my cheeks while staring at the night sky filled with twinkling stars. I can barely move my arms and legs because of the deep wounds I got from the three alphas. Finally, Ezra got his revenge on the wolves who killed his father. He killed Alexander with his claws and fangs. I, on the other hand, with Lance's help, killed Aric and Rustom. We were outnumbered so we focused on their alphas. Because without their alphas, they won't dare stand against us. It was still all Ezra's idea. The End.

“Both of you. Stop.” They don’t. Kids. Weapons. Dying. Third path. Where is it? I look at the knife. At the fire. At the gold in Cove’s veins. Moira’s words: *Kill all but one, the last gets everything.* Can’t kill them. Can’t let them die. So I do the third thing. I cut my hand. Deep. Blood wells. Gold, not red. First Blood. I grab Cove’s face. Slap my hand over his mouth. “Swallow.”

The glow reflects in the spilled wine — a mirror of crimson and silver. But it’s not enough. I can feel it slipping, draining from me like sand through fingers. My breath rasps as the world blurs. My knees hit the ground. Richard moves closer. His face is a storm of triumph and sorrow. “It’s over,” he says quietly. I try to laugh, but it comes out as a snarl. “You think this ends me?” He doesn’t answer. The torches flicker wildly. Somewhere, far away, thunder rolls.