Witcher 3: Blood Ties Novels & Stories

She thought they could clear their debts. It pains her any time she remembers that her family almost paid off the debt. It was remaining just a little, and yet they were heartlessly murdered... "Luciana." Raziel's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. He had an idea what was going through her mind. "I told you my blood can heal." He then pulled her closer, and bit his wrist until it began to bleed. "Drink. I know it's not as pleasing to humans as it is to us, but it will help heal your scars."

"Thought you could tug at my heartstrings with that sob story on the stream? Get real, you just make me sick! You think we can't make it without you? Well, guess what, Lynch Group from the capital is about to back us, and I'm about to be Saffron City's top tycoon!" "You came here just to rub it in my face?" I asked. "Ha! You're not as dumb as I thought. At least you're not totally off your rocker!" They laughed while trashing my place, even swiping the last bit of food from my kitchen. "Why aren't you dead yet? Every day you're breathing, the air feels tainted!" "No, please no! That's my dinner!" My cries grew more desperate, but they only fueled the excitement of the mother-son duo.

she said, “but a reflection of it. A realm shaped by his fears, his memories, his regrets. If that is the case, then he is fighting an enemy only he can see.” I looked down, my throat tight. “Can we bring him back.” She was quiet for a moment, then shook her head. “Not by force. If he is fighting within, he must win to return. But there are ways to strengthen the bond that connects him to this world. The presence of his alpha may help anchor him.” I frowned. “How.” She reached into the small pouch at her side and pulled out a thin strand of red thread. “Sit up,” she said.

Liora said. Bram rubbed his temples. “They want fear. The whole city’s already whispering the old name again—Marcelli Syndicate.” “Let them whisper,” Varian said. “By dawn, I’ll give them something else to say.” Liora looked at him. “What are you planning?” “Balance,” he said simply. “They want to remind me I can bleed. I’ll remind them what happens when I stop caring.” “Varian—” He turned, eyes locked on hers. “I’ve played mercy long enough.”

Mario continued, “Blood is thicker than water. Always remember... Leone blood runs in your vein. Even if our family is not smooth, don’t spit on your family name.” Before she could reply, he hung up. The phone beeped. The line went dead. Amara lowered the phone slowly, her eyes still fixed on the mirror. Her face was blank, but then something shifted. A small smile crept up. It widened... and widened... until she burst into laughter. The sound echoed through the room. Sharp, strange laughter..like someone who finally realized the game they were in. She flipped her hair back and kept staring at herself. “What about you make use of this moment wisely,” she muttered under her breath.

“Now Garrick’s going to wonder why. He’s going to dig. Ask questions. And when he figures out she’s our mate, do you know what’s going to happen?” “She’s not our mate,” Jax shot back. “She’s mine. You two don’t feel anything.” “We feel it,” Riven said, certainty in his tone. “That’s impossible.” The silence that followed was heavy and suffocating. “This can’t be real,” I said finally. “Three brothers sharing one mate? That doesn’t happen.” “It’s happening now,” Riven murmured, staring at nothing. Seeing something the rest of us couldn’t. “In the archives, there are stories about women marked with three crescents. Triple bonds.”

If a witch uses it, she can use it as a weapon, killing those three creatures instantly. “Your sister wasn’t a regular werewolf, was she?” I questioned, and he furrowed his eyebrows. “No, she was a tribrid,” he answered. My theory could be right. “I’m thirty minutes away. Are the alphas still there?” Kevin said through the mind link. “No, they’re leaving,” I answered, then shut off my mindlink. “We will continue this tomorrow morning when Tyrone’s son is here,” I announced, and they nodded without adding another word.

Then at me. "I think it means us." Lucius's expression hardened. "Our bloodlines are connected to this?" "I don't know." Salias shook his head. "But the warning says the three heirs must return. And there are three of us." I stared at the parchment. "Why would your bloodlines be connected to mine?" Salias opened his mouth to answer, but Maya's voice filled my mind before he could speak. I remember. I felt her fear through the bond. "What do you remember?"

My father had to carry me out of the room. From that day on, part of his blood was mine. The elves call it a Blood-Sworn Tether. Older than a Mate Bond. Deeper than a Mate Bond. The only thing that can break it is my death.

Blood and Bond The clinic's front window was shattered, glass glittering like fallen stars in the parking lot. Blaze scented the air as he approached – blood, fear, and underneath it all, Maya's distinctive desert sage sweetness tinged with pain. His wolf nearly took over right there, the need to destroy whoever had hurt his mate almost overwhelming. He wanted blood for her pain.