Witcher 3 Devourer Blood Novels & Stories

However, before his voice had even faded, the beast's massive hands shot out and snatched two warriors by their necks. No matter how desperately they struggled, they could not break free from its grip. The beast swung its arm, hurling the two warriors like ragdolls. Their bodies slammed into the ground, exploding into two gruesome bursts of blood. The crimson liquid soaked into the earth, painting the already dark forest in an even more eerie shade of death. The creature grinned while baring jagged fangs. It stretched out its tongue, licking the blood from its lips with a sickening delight. This monstrous being was the Devourer, a demonic entity summoned by Rhett.

Lucian looked at his own hand. “I didn’t even do anything.” Veyron’s face became grim. “You did.” Lucian looked at him. “You erased it.” Lucian stared at the Devourer. The creature was trembling. “You’re afraid.” The Devourer backed away. “You shouldn’t exist.” Lucian took a step forward. “Neither should you.” The Devourer suddenly opened its mouths. Thousands of black creatures poured from its body. Wolves. Demons. Serpents. Dead warriors.

He added and I nodded and sigh again. “I will kill him with my own hand if he does something bad to Blood.” Third Person POV “F*ck him! F*ck! F*ck that mother f*cking bastard.” Blood keeps on cursing as he is inside of a room of a house believe, where they take him yesterday after his ‘encounter’ with Devren. “I will f*cking kill that mother f*cker!” He said in anger.

If he did, he would have been defeated. “To me, sword!” he roared. As he roared, a blood glow radiated from below and flew to the sky. This was a two-meter-long sword radiating an eerie red glow and exuding a bizarre aura. Sergio waved his hand, and the sword was now in his hand. “The Blood Devourer Blade!” Upon seeing this, the First Blood Emperor exclaimed, “That’s the Blood Devourer Blade! To think that we truly have this sword in our possession…”

I stood up in shock when I saw it because of its appearance. “Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned,"

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

"Oh ... they'll be fine, calm down. Haven't you seen how Blaze fights? Even ten times this attack like this... it won't bother him. That guy is creepy when he gets angry." "Are you talking about Blaze or Charlie?" I asked in surprise. Blaze doesn't seem like a fighter type. "Blaze of course silly! Charlie is quite strong ... but maybe he is only a third of Blaze. Your man ... he is arguably the creepiest man in the werewolf world. Never mind ... don't worry about the men ... you better wake up. and help me make food. The ginger men here get hungry very quickly. " Said Devanna. "Whatt?" I shouted in disbelief. Did I hear her right?

A scream escapes her lips as blood spatters against her face staining down till her jean short. A wheezing sound rains down inside her head as everything begins to replay in front of her. “We have to move. Laurel, we have to move now." Jeremy screams. Laurel remains transfixed on the now white counter designed with red droplets of blood. The sound of sirens feels distant and the only words Laurel can mutter is, “Fuck!” Laurel curses. Jeremy pulls her away but her eyes remain fixed on the blood. They hurriedly through the store till the front door.

The royal family of Magus in Mycrathineia had ruled the empyrean continent over the passing generations. According to legends, the empyrean continent had consisted of one forestry and five countries, each of which got residence of different transcendental species, namely: Fleurdelis, the home of the guardians pertaining to the elves; Troumus, the terrain of the blood reapers, also known as the vampires; Lupus Insignumia, shortly 'Lupus', the domain of the wolves; Mycrathineia, the Kingdom of Magus; And Deludereia, the realm of the wizards.

I looked back at the pathetic human clinging to life on the ground and saw him looking at us, curious as to what his friend’s fate held. I licked the blood from my hand that was left from the first victim, who was still bleeding out against the wall, and I summoned my minion, Hex, who would tap into his wendigo form and eat his friends. I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground.