Witcher 3 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"The Triad is complete. The global circuit is no longer a loop; it’s a Prism." Félix walked up behind me, his hand finding mine. His hoyuelos were back, and his emerald aura was warm and steady. "Three Spires, a million shifters, and an ocean that’s starting to grow its own forest," he whispered, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of honey and salt. "I think the next forty chapters are going to be a lot of fun, Conductor."

For updates and chapter teasers, check my i*st*gr*m >>> authorjwgstout Or my F_B group for readers >>> Author Jwgstout HUNJI: A Broken Wolf & The last witch of Andora Chapter 1 - Andora HUNJI Day 3 of the quest I had been given by our Queen, Lamia: To find the witch Morgan, Finnegan’s sister, and bring her home. I was already a day behind, the truck I had been given by the now Alpha Jasper of Bhakhil, broke down yesterday morning. Caused me to run in wolf form, find a cave in the foothills of the Andora mountain range and rest for the night. At first light I shifted into my wolf, letting Ruda lead the way, once again.

I said with disdain, "Queen my ass. She's a fucking doe-eyed skinny bitch who talks to animals. She's lucky to be my bitch. Back where I come from, girls like her get raped, hanged, and torched alive." "Luke, what did we talk about last time about torching people alive?" I heard Lucian's voice in my mind. A mindlink in the middle of the night? There must have been something urgent. "Get out of my mind, Lucian. I'm about to go to bed. A wolf needs his sleep or he'll get really grumpy in the next morning," my wolf said. "You're up, Finn?" Lucian asked in a playful voice. "You just can't sleep without having him on your side, right?" Finn said.

My body felt cold and craving for his dick, suddenly my robe slipped off my shoulder, and I didn't fix it, not this moment because that was what I actually wanted. "You shouldn't be out here alone," he said, like he meant it, but his eyes said something else and his voice was barely audible and rough. "I'm not alone," I answered, stepping closer. "Lucas might be closer." "I don't care," Celix's voice was soft and something changed in his face then, the way his eyes flicked to my neck...to the mark Lucas had left, his jaw clenched. "He already claimed you." "My wolf isn't satisfied," I whispered.

I remembered how she responded to me, how her body felt, how she kissed me, how she was wet for me… The thoughts of her in somebody else’s arms started playing tricks on me and I again wanted to kill him, but this time, somehow Caleb pulled back. “She is a Tribrid Roman, you have to consider that.” Art said with a stoic expression on his face. “What do you mean?? What the fuck does any of that mean???! What does it matter? Tribrid or no, she only has one fated mate!”, I spat, finally losing it completely, however, still tethered on the edge of sanity and not going for the kill. A thunderous laugh followed my words and Art genuinely held his stomach laughing at me. “Roman, I love you as a bro

Adelaide has just met Fenrir Dragmir, a person we all know is Cain but who she doesn't. Let's see how the story unfolds from here on. Please leave your comments, vote with gems, and leave your reviews. A big thank you to everyone that has voted with gems and a big thank you to Wendy N Barett for being a top fan. You can find me as Knightof Nostars on F******k, that's Knightof (space in here) Nostars. You'll find my profile and you can follow the profile. The next two chapters are going to be dropped after this.

I listened at doorways, drifted through shadowed corridors, caught fragments of conversations. “They say her wolf can calm storms,” a warrior whispered to his friend in the dining hall. “And heal with a touch.” I clenched my fists. And heal the triplets’ wounded hearts, too. “They tell me all three fight over her,” another said, voice awed. “Henry wants her kindness. Liam wants her strength. And Elijah… he can’t stay away.” My stomach twisted. Elijah. Of all those wolves, he was the one who had once knelt for me.

“We fail this, I don’t qualify for Selection come Harvest, so even if I have to carry your fucking ass across the finish line, bet that ass we are going to be in the top spot. So shut the pyre up and drink away whatever hangover your dumb ass got rather than assaulting someone else for their rod!” First time the Witch has ever looked like blight. I’m assuming her being here, in the state she’s in after yesterday’s blowout and Farm Boy missing, means he took off when she finally professed her undying love for him. You have to be blind, drunk, or dreaming not to get that he’s always been it for her. Another reason I let myself rut her—as a slight to the nauseatingly perfect and wholesome fuckh

Outside, the wind howled, the window rattled. She hated how empty her space felt without his voice—even if it was just a growl in her ear. She hated that someone else—Fox—was starting to sound like him. Or worse… that they were blending together in her head. Part V – A Story Posted Too Soon That night, she logged in to her story-sharing site, the one where Domica whispered fantasies for her followers to devour. She hadn’t posted in weeks. Until now. She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.”

I chuckled before picking him up bridal style and carrying him to our bed where the real Beta War was going to ensue. Wink. Wink. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Third Person POV “Did Treco come back ?” Xereus’ thundering Alpha voice boomed while his wolf suddenly went feral and itched to come out to destroy any thing that came in his way.