Witcher 3 Devourer Blood Novels & Stories

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Tears streamed down my face as I packed everything away, erasing every trace of myself and my daughter. Just as I was about to leave, Xavier walked into the house with Reina by his side. I stood by the stairs, but he acted like he did not even see me. Then, his eyes landed on the dried bloodstain, and for the first time, he seemed to remember a third person in the house. His gaze shifted to my suitcase, his tone ice-cold. He growled and said, "Eloise York, is this another one of your games? Running away from home now?"

Blood smeared the floor—someone had already tried to come through. Ayra stepped over the body, picked up a fallen handgun. Fully loaded. Sleek. Hers now. The house was war. Lucian’s silhouette blurred past a doorway up ahead—tall, fast, brutal. He rammed someone into the wall hard enough to shatter plaster. A second attacker tried to flank him. Lucian spun, yanked the man’s arm into an unnatural angle, and slammed a knife into his side with surgical precision. Ayra didn’t wait for clearance.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

"Those animals were kind to us because of your command. That helped us gather experimental data and maintain the Potters' position in research and business." I sucked in a cold breath and spoke through the pain, "Aunt Wendy is gone now, and the wolf pack has been harmed. I'm not staying here anymore." "It's all my fault, May. The Potters can't be destroyed by Noah's hands! I'll expel Noah and forbid anyone from helping him. Please stay, alright?" I spat out blood and touched the bone flute on my neck calmly. "Ava made a bone flute with my wolf mom's blood and bones. Go beg her instead. After all, Noah said she's a hundred times better than me."

I felt the itch on my body but I didn’t experience shifting during the blood moon. I finally found Alarick, who was still drinking his beer. “Alarick.” I tapped his shoulders as he is now immersed in the moon’s energy. “What is it?” I saw his eyes turn from bloody red to silver. He is absorbing the power of the moon. “Y-you need to see this.” I led the way and started running back to the cell. When both of us entered the dungeon, I immediately opened the door and was confused by what I saw. “Is that?”

Immobile. “Sounds like you couldn’t find an easy female, so you had to buy one,” she giggled. Gods, her laughter was sweet music to my ears. “That’s kind of pathetic. Don’t you think?” She reached up on her tip-e-toes and bit my bottom lip. She tugged. One of her fangs sliced through my lips. The pain was brief and heavenly. “Woman,” I growled at her. “Ansley the Devourer of Souls.” Her lips curled into a devious smile, and utter wickedness washed over her delicate features.

They met in the ruined birthing chamber deep beneath the palace: a circular room of black stone, walls etched with fertility runes now cracked and bleeding. Morven hobbled in, sniffed the air, wrinkled her muzzle. “You smell of star-death, girl.” “I smell of necessity,” Elara replied. “Can you do it?” Morven set a leather satchel on the stone table. Opened it. Inside: vials of black blood, dried placentas, a silver speculum shaped like a wolf’s jaw. “Separate a god-beast from its vessel?” The old wolf cackled. “Possible. Once. Long ago. Cost the queen her life and the child its soul.”

Sera's pov My vision starts turning hazy as the figure continues to devour my blood. A stream of red liquid trails down my neck to wet my shirt. Clenching the metal clanks holding my wrist,I continue to scream. As with each second the pain in my body only intensifies. " Ahhhhhh nooooooo...nooooooooo!" No one came to help. And how will they? The entire castle has been evacuated and the one man I trusted the most. Zander. Was the very one doing it.