Witcher 3: Blood And Wine Romance Novels & Stories

I watched him stab his artery and insert it into his daughter. "Lick her neck quickly to heal it, Lennex," he said firmly and I nodded and began lathering her neck with my tongue, healing the torn flesh with my saliva. Hera, Maddy's mother, brought in several blood bags and handed them to her husband. Ambrose eyed me and asked what happened. I exhaled deeply and told him she made me a hybrid and that I got an ancient white dire wolf named Amarok. He nodded and sighed.

"You want to defy Skender's orders? Have you ever been burned by the Arch?" The man always looked for trouble. Blayze fell back down on the couch, looking frustrated. "All this because of a woman." He muttered. "Don't underestimate the effect of a beautiful woman." The twins, Lazarus and Acheron, as Rayven liked to call them, teleported into his room. Sometimes Rayven wished that all of them were human so he could lock the door. "A woman can with a simple touch, a gentle smile, a soft laughter stir a man's heart." Lazarus preached. "Once you fall under a woman's spell, it is hard to get up again. But you two wouldn't know."

Not anymore. I walk over to the woman I hate the most and gently lift Violet's chin and say, “come, let me see.” She eyes me suspiciously. Good so she should. I tip some of the red wine onto her chin. “Mm, Mouton Rothschild.” I say as I lick it with my tongue. She shudders. Violet looks at me with a very puzzled expression, not sure what to do. Xander looks horrified and Dante puts a hand over his eyes. I take Violet’s glass and drink the last bit of wine. Everyone seems to have gone quiet around us waiting for the scene to unfold.

They had a witch on their side, but we got something more, and before we could sign the contract, I sensed them—the Immortal Blood. “Glad we made it in time since my wife has been eager to meet your wife, Hayden.” Lady Ceres interrupted our signing, which upset the three nobles despite how they pretended to be happy meeting the abomination in person. “So, where is she?” A strong and beautiful she-wolf asked excitedly as she looked for my wife, Frizabelle Aspire-Marshall, Lady Ceres’ soulmate. “I’m here.” My wife, Roxanne, smiled as I stepped forward.

That calm irritated me more than any taunt would have. My lips still tingled. And the fact that I kissed him back made me angrier than I should have been. Because the second his mouth touched mine, my wolf had surged forward and whatever anger I’d been holding onto had shifted into something hotter, more dangerous. “Do you want wine?” Alexander asked, breaking the moment of silence. “Yes, please.” I said, and he nodded before getting up and pouring the two of us our glasses. He handed me mine before he sat down as he took a sip of his own.

she asked, and I smiled as I looked at her. “Of course,” I mouthed, and she held out her cup for another glass. She took a sip immediately. “You always seem to have the best of drinks, Rowan,” she whispered, and I chuckled. Being a warrior always came with getting different kinds of gifts mostly being wine and women. This is just from one of the stacks that I haven’t exactly touched. She smiled, as she leaned back in her chair. “I just hope that I get to enjoy all this when we merge the packs, Rowan.”

Blade was shocked, he could still feel her soft skin which was no more still lingering on his hard skin. He smiled, she was always the last minute type, this character of her was making him love her the more. Damn the hatred for werewolves, he loved her till the extent he could not breath without her, she was his life, and he would make sure she knows about all these soon enough. He continued feeding her, now opening a bottle of high Sweet alcoholic wine which was meant for him self. Such Alcohol could not affect him, but it could affect any lesser being who drank from it.

There's a short silence before one of the maids steps forward, carrying a small glass of red wine on a silver tray. “The wine symbolizes the blood of Bloodfang and that your words are as pure as your heart,” the elder continues, picking up the glass from the tray and holding it out for Sage, who accepts it. He looks at the crowd one more time before bringing the glass to his lips, but stops halfway when his nose twitches. ‘Instinct,’ Alpha Rowan's voice echoes in his head. His brows furrow as he inhales deeply into the glass of wine; the smell is faint, fading, but it's there. Instantly, his eyes snap to the crowd without bringing down the glass.

At least the girl hoped that William loved her. The sweet, hoarse moans stopped, and Alika risked opening her eyes. Tristan stood at the low carved table and indifferently poured himself a bottle of red wine into a transparent glass. Vampires, in principle, did not need either food or water, but they could not explain their strange addiction to a certain type of scarlet wine. Genevieve tried to straighten her dress, casting helpless glances towards her lover. - Have you seen enough? – without turning his head, Tristan asked loudly and unexpectedly.

I led her into the cave which was beautifully adorned with several flowers and ornaments. “It’s beautiful” she whispered as I pulled her close to my chest. “But not as beautiful as you are” I replied, kissing her lightly on the lips before we sat down. “Why are we here?” She asked, looking around as I poured out wine from the pitcher into our cups “I don’t take blood” she said, scrunching her nose in disgust as I chuckled a bit. “Don’t worry,I can’t give you blood, you’re not a vampire” I assured and noticed her expression relax.