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.

It is only when I see one pull a vile of some odd liquid from his pocket that I move forward. "Look out!" I hiss, grabbing the bandit's wrist and twisting. "What the hell was that?" "The end of the wolves." The bandit laughs before biting down on his tongue. A frustrated howl escapes me as blood begins to pour from his mouth and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Why are all these bastards committing suicide like this? "Dammit." Chance groans now that all the bandits lie dead at our feet. "This is beginning to get frustrating."

Tyr caught the bottle awkwardly with outstretched hands but did not proceed to drink the mead. Instead, he emptied the contents into Pine River and dumped the bottle into the river as well. “I am not drinking with you since I don’t see you as a friend. This half-bottle of wine is a toast to the thirty and more human lives you took away from the Yoder family. “You were treated well under the patronage of the Yoder family. Yet, you bit the hands that fed you in the end. Together with a few other clans, you killed the Yoder family and took away so many lives! You are worse than an animal!”

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.

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.

“You never cry.” “I’ve been crying a lot lately,” I admit with a laugh. Archer tightens his hold on me. “Whatever you do, don’t bring up endangered species.” * “I’m having deja vu.” Archer pushes off the ground, sending the glider back. The heat of the day hasn’t worn off yet, despite it being after dark. The sounds of a country night surround us, and the dogs run and sniff around the yard. “We sat here and talked,” I say, resting my head on Archer’s shoulder. “That night I spilled the drinks on myself at Getaway and you took me home.”

As more reinforcements arrive from the surrounding woods, the remaining wolves, sensing their imminent defeat, turn tail and dart into the dense forest, disappearing into the underbrush. I take a moment to catch my breath, scanning the area and feeling a chill wash over me as I realize the cost of our victory. Among the scattered remnants of the fight, I spot the lifeless body of one of our warriors, a brave and steadfast ally who had stood shoulder to shoulder with us in the fray. My heart aches at the sight, and I see Matt and Kim approach him with somber expressions, their eyes filled with sorrow and respect for the fallen.

They cut down the remaining rogues without hesitation. When the last rogue fell, I finally relaxed and my wolf calmed down. “Secure the area,” I ordered. “Clean this scene thoroughly. Preserve Sarah’s blood and the wine.” Amelia hugged me. “That wine,” she said quietly. “I think it contained the blood of mad rogues.” “It did,” I replied. “If you had drunk it…” Her voice faltered. “Then, don’t think about it,” I said and kissed her forehead. I turned to Kathy. She stood apart from the others, trembling. Diane tried to speak to her, but Kathy stared straight ahead, unresponsive.

she declared, her voice firm. I didn't know how to respond, so I simply nodded my head in agreement, my own anger simmering beneath the surface. After what felt like an eternity, Lisa and I arrived back at the witch's hut. I presented the vial of Silverthorn syrup to the witch, her eyes holding a knowing gleam as she took it from me. Matamoros lay unconscious as the witch began her work, applying the Silverthorn syrup to his severed arm and administering some into his mouth.

His eyes— No longer silver. Just… His. --- Far beyond— Where the Shadow had stood— Nothing remained. No darkness. No presence. No voice. Gone. --- Kael spoke first. “…It’s over.” Lucian let out a long breath. “Yeah…” Raven closed her eyes briefly. “We won.” Ethan said nothing. He just stood there— Quiet. Still. Changed. --- Because deep within— Something had ended. And something else— Had begun. The End… or perhaps, the beginning.