Witcher 3 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The five alpha’s have brought six meaty warriors each, thank the Goddess they left their women home ot it would have been worse than a chicken coop. “Oh I would like to be a fox in that coop. All those juicy thighs and tight pussy’s.” Just like me Gunther really needs some pussy or ass. At night he’s taken to mindlinking Aminta in the hope he can wear her down. At least so they can have sex in wolf form. We know she is more open to us than Dysnomia is. “Ouch!” a pointy hard elbow finds my ribs. I glare at Dysnomia, “What was that for?”

*Damian* *Three months later* So what has happened in the last three months you ask? Well nothing. Boring ass shit that you readers think is a critical plot point. Well it’s not one of those stories! And if you were any smarter than the book character that you’re reading about… you should probably listen to the book character! ‘Oh haha fourth wall break, maybe it is something important’. Listen here reader, it's my story and I don’t care what you think it’s not gonna happen. I sigh, anyways now that that’s out of the mind, I have been doing some chores around Ember’s farm. It’s gradually getting hotter as summer rolls around. I had quickly become accustomed to farm life. I had made some frie

Together, they symbolized the unity between the werewolves and lycans, bridging the gap between their two realms. As the celebrations continued, Alessia found herself reflecting on the transformative journey she had undertaken. She had grown from a young maid with unrequited love to a powerful and influential figure within the Convergence. Alessia's dreams of being with Phoenix had faded into the background, replaced by a newfound purpose and a love that surpassed her wildest imaginings.

Third Person POV She tore through the trees, leaping gracefully to avoid broken twigs, paws thudding loudly on the ground, her entire focus on the boundary line. Never before had Marissa been so grateful to be a white wolf. Her speed and agility were certainly coming in handy. She felt a flash of fury at the image of Raven’s wolf in her mind. What right did that bitch have to be granted a wolf and a white wolf at that? Hers was bigger than Marissa’s and stronger. It made her feel so enraged that she could feel her heart beating furiously in her chest. God, how she hated that bitch. She’d stolen Marissa’s fiancée, the man she loved. The man she thought she would have children with. Sure, Mari

I sat on the curb with my legs crossed and my head bowed, asking myself, how did my life get to this point? A year ago I was perfectly happy hunting bloodsuckers and dirty mutts with Damien, Evan, Finn and the others. Partying and falling into bed with whoever took my fancy. Now look at me, sat alone in a parking lot, women dragging their kids away from me while I try to work out how to save my Fianna from the hunter's council, who want to use her as the ultimate weapon to create an army of hybrids.

So instead, I nodded with a smile. "I am sure he will. Who can resist you?" "Absolutely no one," she grinned. "So, I guess we are hybrids then," I said casually, in a bid to move the conversation from Umma and Baba. It hurt to listen to all that when I could have been here to witness it all. To be a part of her life. When I would've dealt with every piece of shit that had hurt Lisa. But I wasn't here. And dammit does it hurt! "Tribrids. We are tribrids. Umma is a hybrid. A dragon witch."

“Now Garrick’s going to wonder why. He’s going to dig. Ask questions. And when he figures out she’s our mate, do you know what’s going to happen?” “She’s not our mate,” Jax shot back. “She’s mine. You two don’t feel anything.” “We feel it,” Riven said, certainty in his tone. “That’s impossible.” The silence that followed was heavy and suffocating. “This can’t be real,” I said finally. “Three brothers sharing one mate? That doesn’t happen.” “It’s happening now,” Riven murmured, staring at nothing. Seeing something the rest of us couldn’t. “In the archives, there are stories about women marked with three crescents. Triple bonds.”

Well, her face also gives me some sinful thoughts. Sinful? Well… I licked my bottom lip and nodded. This woman has the courage to sit beside me and I gave her the credit for it. Besides, I’m not on my mission. I just needed to at least ease my mind from things going around in Tri-Alpha. We’ve been training and moving around some packs to build our name. Our skills, wits, and riches won’t be enough to build our kingdom. We’re building a connection and Alpha Zach is not helping. He and the other personification of darkness made chaos earlier in our failed mission.

My life can't get any stranger. Sawyer- How about this, Wilkes gave me the good on Hummer. I know where his juice comes from. Huck- Great, I’ll call you when I find out if I’m a witch. Sawyer- Think men are called Warlocks. Huck- Am I still a Warlock if I like it with other Warlocks? Sawyer- You will always be a Warlock to me. I love you. Huck- I love you too. BTW, Teresa is funny as shit! Talk soon.

If she were here, at least I wouldn’t feel so utterly alone. Time shredded apart. I couldn’t tell night from day. No one came. No food. No water. Hunger and thirst sliced my insides. The silver drained me, and days of forced standing pushed me to collapse. I thought I was dying. I even wondered if death would be a mercy. But just as I was ready to give in, a spark reached me—someone trying to connect. Familiar. Warm. Not malicious. I opened my barriers. Felix. My old Beta. After White Claw merged with Golden Claw, he became Elijah’s second Gamma.