Witcher 3 Devourer Blood Novels & Stories

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.

The ground began to shake. Runes flickered, then went dark. The walls groaned. And from the altar, a crack appeared — not a crack in the stone, but a crack in reality. Dark mist poured through, thick and hungry. "Fall back!" Clara shouted. The pack retreated, dragging their wounded. But Elias stood frozen, staring at the opening. You've done well, the Devourer's voice whispered. Now let me in. "No." You can't stop me. You've already helped me.

Then came the first real strike. A massive shadow erupted along the edge of the forest beyond the walls, twisting the very air. Wolves screamed instinctively, half-shifting to combat form, while others froze in fear. The Devourer had begun to manifest partially in the physical plane—its form enormous, fractured, almost spectral, with glinting eyes that seemed to pierce every soul it observed. Seraphina’s heart pounded. “It’s testing me directly.” Darius’s hands tightened on hers. “And I’m not letting it touch you.”

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.