Witcher 3 Devourer Blood Novels & Stories

She wanted to stand up and prepare for another hit but her vision grew blurry. 'Kill them all. Burn them all. Feast them all! The beast does not accept defeat only a roar of victory it can consume.' Marissa had to blink her eyes several times. Everyone gasped at the gruesome scenario. There was a small hole in Sean's stomach he vomited blood and collapsed.

The flames of the fallen lantern get extinguished when it comes in contact with spread milk, and the area around the princess turns dark. Tears leaked from her eyes as an immense pain erupts in her chest. The Devil’s Redemption in her hands was quickly soaking the blood oozing from her fingers. But it wasn’t the pain or blood that became the reason for her distress. It was the wallow of her father’s horse, which rang in front of the gateways of the fort, in the dark of a rainy night. Have they arrived before time, or was it too late?

His dark red eyes reflected in the gloom like a ghostly lantern leading them through hell. Evelyn watched him, her heart a mixture of fresh rage and a trembling something deeper than memory. “You disappeared for three days, Lucien. Do you know what happened at the chapel?” she asked, her tone sharp but a little shaken. Lucien did not look back. He answered quietly: “I know. And I know who ordered the ‘Purge.’ The Black Blood is no longer only a curse, Evelyn. It is a weapon the Guild wants to recreate.” “They already have,” Adrian cut in. “Dr. Alaric’s cloning bio-soldiers. That blood… it’s no longer natural.”

The Devourer's laughter echoed across existence. "Oh?" Its countless eyes shifted. Toward me. Toward my stomach. Toward the child. The amusement vanished instantly. Something hungry replaced it. My blood turned cold. The child reacted. Gold light exploded through the bond. Protective. Defiant. The Devourer became still. Then whispered— "Now that's interesting." Silas immediately stepped in front of me. Darkness surged around him. The void moved with him. Ready to fight. Ready to die. The Devourer watched with fascination.

--- The elderly woman laughed suddenly. A desperate laugh. A broken laugh. "You fools." Blood dripped from her lips. "You have no idea what you've awakened." Nobody responded. The witch continued laughing. "The prophecy isn't salvation." Her eyes locked onto Elara. "It's a warning." The courtyard became silent again. A chill swept through those present. Even Lucien frowned. The witch smiled. Then whispered: "The Devourer is coming." Before anyone could react, Her body burst into silver flames. The fire consumed her instantly.

The Devourer had taken it in payment. But none of that mattered. Because Elise would fall. "The Devourer obeys no master," the darkblood seer warned again, standing now. Her voice was filled with fear "Even the gods could not hold it. It consumed its summoner before. It will do the same to you." “I am not them,” I said simply. “I don’t need to live forever. I only need long enough.” The chamber fell quiet except for the sound of the devourer behind me. Its head—if it had one—lowered toward me in a slow, chilling motion.

I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds. The title 'Desire for thirst' was inspired from my personal experience of writing this series. The main character in Desire for thirst is the werewolf which murdered my mom. For every novel, I make some particular things to specify from each book like the manner of killing. Likewise, the manner I used in Desire for thirst is man in Balck clothing slashing his victims throat after cutting out their tongue. i got shocked after seeing the similar manner of killing in the news. Was it only a coincidence or... i couldn't even come up with any ways to thi

Flaming Phoenix eliminated the blood before it landed on the ground. The Flaming Phoenix kept moving as it charged into the sea of blood and exploded with a boom. A fifth of the sea of blood evaporated in the blink of an eye. With miserable screams, countless creatures of the Blood race died. "Chu the Devil, I'll kill you." Ming Wei roared. The blood that Chu Xun vaporized was the human blood Ming Wei collected all the way from the cities. It could improve the cultivation of the Blood race, and it was the foundation for them to settle down. Ming Wei was going crazy at the loss of so much blood at a time.

“You can’t keep her from me!” Devon’s reply was a guttural growl. His jaws clamped down around Kyle’s neck. He didn’t hesitate. He bit through. The crunch was sickening. Kyle’s scream died in a wet gurgle, blood flooding the ground as his body convulsed, then stilled. Devon tore his throat out entirely, lifting his head high with the kill, letting the sight burn into the memory of every survivor. The courtyard went silent for a heartbeat Kyle’s remaining wolves faltering, fear rippling through them. Then Devon’s warriors surged, cutting them down without mercy. The scent of death thickened, the ground littered with corpses.

Once she ran out of bullets, he got to let go of Bagwis who was almost dead from the strangling. A huge roar from Benitez was heard from the place again. And as he screamed, his body doubled in size, his skin stretched and bled of black blood especially his face. His eyes turned hell red and it burned. He was grotesque and all of them, Bodie, Manila, Van, and Luna, standing from the entrance door, felt their feet struck frozen to the ground. They witnessed a demon right before their eyes. "And who in hell are you?!" He said, his almost skin-less eyes bulging out of his skull from fury.