Witcher 3 Devourer Blood Novels & Stories

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

He was a blur of shadow, ducking the deadly tail and sinking his fangs into the beast’s shoulder. His jaws ripped free a mouthful of blackened flesh, the taste of rot and death clinging to his tongue. The Devourer reared back, its molten eyes flashing. Then it slammed both clawed hands down in a shock wave that sent dozens flying. Trees splintered like matchsticks. Rebels screamed as they were impaled on jagged branches or crushed beneath the collapsing cypress.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

The roll was violent, each step stealing breath and bleeding more life into him, and into me. Blood poured from his wounds, dark and thick. He tried to curse me, tried to fight back with words, with claws, with everything he had. “This—this is one of the sacrifices you make for your pack,” I said, voice ragged, trembling from pain, fear, and adrenaline. “You never deserved that title.” “You—” he snarled, blood foaming at his lips. “You—bitch—” He couldn’t finish. I drove the knife into his head, hard, and the fight began to falter. Alpha strength, fury, and pride gave way to weakness, and at last, to silence.

(Drags out the man's tongue and divides it with the blunt shears then proceeds to strangle him with a string. Jeremy: (Leans towards the ear of the dying man) I am the devil that sends Men like you to hell. Safe a spot for my father, will you? (Rips out his earlobe with his teeth...) I look away as he finishes the kill and two males enter the room, their backs to the camera. Male: This is not your style, Kila. (Releases the dead body from the chains) “That's Junev!” Ken exclaims at the sight of the male.

, The lights were off. Turning on lights my whole body shook from horror. Infront of me was blood pool. A woman in her early twenties was crying next to Ryder with blood spilling on her face. My hands covered my mouth. "He...he is..dyin..g ....hel..p", She cried. "Prin..cess", he croaked. "Ryder", I ran to him. "Do..n't tell the body..guards". "You..fool", I tried to stop bleeding. Without thinking anything I dialed Noah.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

The crumbling barrier stabilized instantly, glowing with twice its original intensity. The Devourer paused, its arrogant smile fading slightly. “…Interesting.” Aiden stared at his own glowing palm in absolute shock. “What did I do?” Lyanna looked down at him, her eyes wide with sudden realization. “You awakened it. Your blood remembers.” The Devourer stepped back slowly, its movements becoming cautious for the very first time. ### Crossing the Threshold Elsewhere, on the edge of reality... The heavy palace gates groaned open as three figures stepped into the ruined courtyard. Killian. Seraphina. The Shadow Wolf.

Defiantly refusing to surrender their tomorrows. The Source answered the collective roar. A massive, roaring tidal wave of pure, unadulterated light erupted from its heart, washing over the threshold. The creeping darkness surrounding the Devourer began to visibly retreat, pushed backward toward the edge of the Boundary door. The Devourer roared in raw, unbridled frustration, the sound vibrating violently through the bones of creation. Then, its countless, shifting eyes abruptly locked onto Luca. Instantly. The First Traveler's expression darkened, his proud demeanor vanishing. "No."

After I shouted to choose Matteo, my mother, Sofia, looked down at me in shock. "Lia, what are you talking about?! You just told me yesterday that Vincenzo treats you the best. Why are you choosing Matteo now?" Matteo had a terrible reputation among the Families. Everyone said he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, with enough blood on his hands to stain the entire river red. I used to hide whenever I saw him, crying and begging my mother to hold me. But they would never know that in my last life, the terrifying Diavolo Sanguinario was the only one who avenged my mother and me.