روايات وقصص ضمن Witcher 3: Blood And Wine Romance

"My station is drinking, but your own throat holds zero obligation to join the loop." "Why would my system step back? If your heart insists on drinking the fluid, my own claws will drink right alongside you!" Jun says, reaching out his hand to seize a second wine glass from the counter. "Okay, let’s drink the wine together," Tammy says, pouring the dark fluid into his glass. "Darling, my internal wolf thinks I won't feel so completely scared of the mating bond if my brain gets super drunk. Let’s try running the full mating operation inside our bedroom tonight!"

There were no growls or grunts for the other two, while my body felt ablaze and my lips registered the burning kiss Wyatt had given me. Hunter smirked, "You are right guys," Fermin said, and I looked at them, then Hunter took a step closer and kissed me, his lips soft, wet and tender, it was completely different than the other two, and when I opened my eyes, the other two seemed to enjoy the spectacle. My wolf yipped and jumped in excitement, but my mind struggled to register what had happened, as all three grunted. "Ours..." "Now, mate... be a good girl, and pack your things, you are leaving with us..." Fermin said.

That wouldn’t be very ideal with their sort of relationship, would it? “I’ll speak with her,” he said, rising from his seat. Gwen waved him off. “Go on. Try to calm her down.” She watched him leave, thinking happily to herself that she had made the right choice by marrying Damillen. Just look how much he cared about her daughter. Gwen reached for the glass of blood resting near her plate. She hesitated, staring at it for a long moment, then lifted it to her lips and took a careful sip. It wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. She could get used to this.

“ This wine is really good, I think that it's made from the potion created by a witch, aren’t I right?” Greta asked as she finished taking a sip of the wine and feeling a bit relaxed as her anger calmed down a lot. Alpha Erwin nodded and sighed helplessly before replying, “ My brother found three dark witches and he made them whip up a bunch of wine for our kind. You know that despite having our differences both the witches and the shifters have to rely on each other. But then something happened the witches were killed even my brother was taken away. Though I am not going to get involved with it as it had nothing to do with me.”

With a movement that symbolized absolute freedom and dominance, Minerva sipped the strongly scented blood wine with great elegance. Killian’s eyes widened, overwhelmed by disbelief hitting his mind. As long as he had known Minerva since childhood, and during the five years bound in marriage, Killian knew very well that Minerva always strongly rejected all forms of high-alcohol drinks like blood wine. Yet tonight, that same woman drank the strong potion of the werewolf race without hesitation, as if asserting that the Minerva before him now was not the weak woman he once controlled.

He took Lacy's hand, and they retreated to his bedroom, leaving me to dance my way into the kitchen, where I grabbed a bottle of red wine and some glasses. I hurried back upstairs, my footsteps light, and found my mate waiting in bed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. As I approached, I began to hum a sultry tune, and his heartbeat quickened, the room seeming to grow hotter by the second. I slowly poured two glasses of wine, my eyes locked on Niklaus, who was busy undressing me with his gaze. As I handed him a glass, he sipped the blood-infused wine, his eyes never leaving mine, but his thoughts clearly elsewhere.

Karen asked, “Ladies...” Ember, with a huge smile on her face, questioned Karen, “Sire, what kind of wine do you like...? If you don’t have a preference, I’ll assist you in making a decision. We have four different sorts of wine. The Eternal Bliss provides you divine ecstasy, the Black Pirate is for the strongest one who relishes failure, the Blue Vapour gives you delusions of pleasure, and Red Wine tastes better for singles...” Karen inquired of them, “I’m not coming to you for wine. I was curious about the person you referred to as AXE...”

"Don't you think a strong drink suits our little game better?" "Are we going to drink together, Kaelen?" Maria asks, her eyes growing super bright as she lets the waiter place two heavy bottles of burning white alcohol on the table. "Come inside!" "Enjoy your night, Alpha," the waiter bows, shutting the door fast. "This white moonshine burns the throat too much," Maria says, gulping hard as she looks at the clear glass. "Red wine is much more romantic for a male and a female." "My inner beast loves the burn," I say, sliding the cup closer to her fingers. "Are your paws brave enough to drink from my hand?"

Alex said. "Is this your wife?" He asked pointing at him and I looked at him wide-eyed "Wife?" Alex and I said. "Well, you guys are wearing a couple t-shirt" he said "Oh no, we are just wearing it for fun" I said. "Yeah, she isn't my wife, she's my assistant surgeon, Jasmine" Alex said. "Ohh I am sorry for misunderstanding then, should I help you with the bags?" He asked. "No, thank you, we'll take our leave now, see you later" Alex said and we started walking away.

Here, away from pack politics and painful memories, he seemed like the wolf I'd once known. As Dr. Fergus recounted stories of difficult healings, Alexander's hand found mine under the table. The unexpected contact sent warmth spreading through me. His amber eyes, slightly glowing from the moon wine, held mine. For a brief moment, our wolves—Alex and Zoe—sensed a trace of our earlier harmony. That connection we'd once shared before betrayal and resentment had poisoned everything. Hours later, Alexander was visibly affected by the wolfsbane-infused wine. Dr. Fergus's mate showed us to a beautiful guest den scented with pine.