Witcher 3 Devourer Blood Novels & Stories

Brian said slowly, lowering his gun. “She is. I can feel it in my bones.” A light sound came from the far corner. Light, almost like a small animal brushing against something. They tensed. Brian held up a finger to his lips and raised his gun with the other. Both men walked slowly toward the noise. Damiano was closest to the light switch. He waited for Brian’s signal, and then he flipped the switch on. Light flooded the room, and he saw Thea huddled in the corner, behind the water heater. She was wet, wounded, and barefoot. She threw up her left arm to shield herself from the sudden light, even as she scooted farther into the corner.

“You knew about this!” The witch shrugged casually. “I suspected.” My chest tightened painfully. “You suspected I was… what?” The Devourer spoke again. Its voice echoed like thunder through the clearing. “My blood lives.” The words made the air feel colder. Heavier. Adrian frowned. “That’s not possible.” Kael stepped forward suddenly. His golden eyes burned with fierce intensity. “It’s lying.” But something in his voice sounded strained. Uncertain. The Devourer’s massive head tilted slowly. Then it laughed.

Blood poured from his nose, running down his chin and dripping onto his shirt. Vito wasn't moved by his act. He'd seen men beg before. Seen them cry and scream and promise anything if he'd just let them go. It never changed anything. He was frankly more interested in seeing how much more the man could handle before he decided to kill him. Vito grabbed Matteo's jaw, forcing him to look up. His cigarette was still in the same hand, and Matteo could feel the heat of it really close to his skin, close enough to burn.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

"No! I’m not running!" He shoved himself up, shaking off Gideon and Kit. "You two, get to safety. I'm going to help them." "Siron, don't be an idiot!" Kit protested. "Trust me," Siron said, and this time, his voice didn't waver. From deep within him, the three-colored weave began to glow, radiating out through his skin. Golden, blue, and pink light illuminated the surroundings. The Devourer tilted his head. "Interesting. The blood of a guardian, a shifter spirit, and a human soul. All in one. A more filling meal."

He took a step back, his factory-reset face finally showing a flicker of something real. Fear. I opened my mouth, and the sound that came out wasn't a scream. It was a roar that shook the obsidian walls. The Devourer had awakened. And she was starving.

"It comes to reclaim you. You're not just its heir. You're its child. You're the apex predator born from the devourer's consciousness three thousand years ago. And you've finally come of age." "That's impossible," Adrian says. But through the bond, I feel him understanding his bloodline and understanding it and understanding why he manifested as an apex predator. Understanding why the devourer's roar called to him. "Your mother hid it from you," Echo says. "Catherine told you she contained you. What she didn't say is that she's half devourer herself. You carry devourer blood through her and the devourer has awakened to reclaim what it created." Adrian's form wavers. The perfect integration o

I grunt and pick up my phone when a call comes through. “It's warren” “Update?” I hear the distorted voice behind the phone, the voice that hired me, the voice that shares my hate for Isabella and feeds my vengeance. “going as planned sir" “Good. Three months Warren, if you're not done in three months you know they'll be consequences” “I am aware, you don't need to remind me for the hundredth time” I grunt. “Good, that's why I chose you” the line drops but I'm reminded of my vengeance and it kills all thoughts of Isabella from my head.

I held the ‘aim’n flame’ lighter to its nozzle, triggered the flame, depressed the spray, and a fountain of beautiful orange-red flames engulfed the mass of deformed flesh lurching toward me, hitting it full in the face. It stumbled back, flailing something that I wasn’t sure were arms, shrieking and gurgling. It slammed into the things following it into the room. Engorged with a fierce sense of triumph, adrenaline flooding my veins, I limped after it, triggering off yet another fiery burst, filling the doorway with fire.

The creature was dying. They both knew it. Then the parasite looked toward the approaching darkness. "And somehow..." Its smile widened. "...I helped create it instead." The darkness beyond reality opened its eyes fully. Existence screamed. The gateways shattered. The Devourer roared. The First Hunger unleashed ancient flames. The Sovereign gathered every remaining fragment of power. The Endwalker prepared for war. The mysterious stranger stepped forward. And at the center of everything— Ethan's white divergence ignited brighter than a thousand suns.