Witcher 3 Devourer Blood Novels & Stories

to see the world. "You want me to lead a war while I can't see?" Elias asked, his voice low. "If I fail, my people are slaughtered." "If you do not," the witch said, leaning in close, "Silas will walk through your gates and turn this valley into a slaughterhouse. He has a weapon of his own, Elias. The Council left him a God-Killer—a spear made from the tooth of the Great Devourer. It can pierce your skin and drain your World-Alpha magic in a single strike."

Precum was already sipping out and slowly, I took him in my mouth while my hands rubbed up and down his length. Slowly, I took his whole length in my mouth and I started to move my head, earning deep grunts from Russo. His grip on my hair tightened and he was starting to control the bob himself. The fact that he was enjoying this made me feel better, even more inclined to satisfy him. He was starting to twitch in his seat and instead of letting go, I continued to rob him and bob on his dick. He let out a low gutteral moan before he started to shoot the content of his sack down my throat. “We are home, boss” Sal, the driver called out making both of us freeze.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

He almost forgot what fear felt like, and there was a time when he would have been terrified by a shriek in the night. Mephiles stood there on the balcony and awaited his greatest enemies to fight him and end his reign upon the earth. He was a brave man who seemed to never back down from any onslaught or battle. He had demonic-blood and wolf-blood inside his veins, his eye color is red and black, and his sword was crafted through metal and ancient nordic steel. As he stood there, he was carrying sand with him to commemorate the memory of a woman he loved long ago. She was taken from him, and once again, he was left with nobody to love, nobody to cheer him up, and nobody to tell him their gen

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

"Vivienne..." "I don't want to drink blood, you know," I said in a desperate voice. "but there is a part of me that wants to. The unquenchable thirst makes me feel less human. Right now, I can hear every beat of your heart; smell the intoxicating scent of your skin. The demons in me want to enslave me, I tried to suppress the urge, but it's still there like a curse!" "You don't have to fight the demons," Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them."

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

My guards stepped forward with weapons drawn, but I raised a hand to halt them. The figure held up a scroll that seemed to bleed, its edges burn but gave no heat. "A force of unimaginable hunger moves systematically across all dimensions. It consumes supernatural bloodlines entirely, leaving nothing behind but empty husks of reality. Entire realms have simply vanished, erased as if they never existed. Your world stands directly in its path." He looked up, meeting my eyes with desperate intensity. "Your twins are our last hope to stop the Devourer before it consumes everything."

“But if you force my hand, I will be.” The forest around them began to tremble—a third force had joined them. The hunters looked around uneasily. Then, the ground cracked. A new presence surged into the clearing. Aria spun just as the shadows moved backward. The Devourer emerged from the ground. Not winged this time, but still vast and serpentine now. It’s massive body was stitched together with corrupted magic and pure Sovereign blood. The hunters cussed. “That’s not ours,” the woman shouted.