Witcher 3 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she nodded with determination in her eyes. I guess not all lies are bad after all. Some can be used to encourage a person—just like how my lie is encouraging Callista. "So do you have any idea what my three..." I stopped midway immediately. I couldn’t risk Callista knowing about my twisted, sinful desire for the three monstrous beauties battling for space in my heart. "Three what?" she asked, eyes narrowed. I coughed awkwardly and gave a weak smile. "I'm just curious about what happened to the witches after I lost consciousness." Though my voice was low, I was curious to know what Thorne, Lucian, or Raven might have done to them.

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.

Before I had a chance to really love, to tell the triplets I love them all, and to tell Axel… I don’t know what. Just before my lights go out, I call silently for Warrick, Ethan, Callan, even Axel, begging for them to save me. Then I realize that’s all wrong, that I need to tell them how I feel. That they made a difference in my life. That I love the wild motorcycle men who were banished like me, and I wish my rejected mate the best in leading the Jacksonville pack. Without telling them anything, though, I succumb to death’s cold embrace.

“He’s… different. I like him. A lot.” Vivia’s grin widened wickedly. “Good. One down, three more to go. And guess what? I can’t wait.” I groaned dramatically, collapsing onto my bed. “I swear, if you pick Finn next…” “I just might,” she said, voice playful and victorious. “Consider it the spice I promised you.” I laughed into the pillow, letting the warmth of the night wash over me. Gunner’s words echoed in my mind, the weight of his honesty and the pull of his wolf leaving traces that made my chest ache in the most pleasant way.

"I’d rather rip my own fangs out than remember the nights I spent defending his borders. Three years of my life wasted on a wolf who plays mafia with my birthright." "I’d pay a thousand pack credits to see Seraphina’s face right now. She’s still the side-piece until the high council signs the decree." "They deserve each other. A treacherous Alpha and a backstabbing vulture. They can rot in the same cage." "Xender Stormriven!" "Speak of the devil. What are you doing in my sector, Tristan?" "I came to clear my head, Xender. I didn't expect to find my legal mate running his mouth to the lower betas."

Dante ordered him sharply. Sarah frowned deeply and nudged Dante. He clenched his jaw but as Sarah rubbed his upper arm, the tension from Dante melted away. He let out a sigh not saying anything else. The look on Sarah’s face was telling him he was being too hard on Adam. He pulled his lower lip into his mouth making a tight frown. Adam didn’t notice and began walking across the clearing. Matt followed next to him. Sarah sighed and shifted back into wolf form. “Well Kiddo, I can't really splint broken ribs. You're really lucky none of the broken ones pierced your lungs.” Wyatt said coming back into the room.

Hunter “Alice took her to eat but apparently she looked like a wolf being led to the slaughter and insisted on going to her room.” Connor steps closer to me as he speaks quickly in his defence. “I already have the cooks making up a plate of food and Alice will take it to her.” Connor mutters as he side-eyes Starling; he’s never been a fan of how the white witch can see people without ever leaving the room she’s in. They tease each other all the time and once Starling threatened to watch Connor in the shower; that ended with my Beta shifting and the white witch putting him flat on his back, howling in pain. They don’t dislike eachother, they’re more like reluctant siblings that are constantly

as if he were some long-ago gentleman and she a lady strolling through a ballroom rather than two-foot-deep snow. “How did you feel when Sarai chose to protect me rather than stay true to you?” There was truth in her words; she believed that Sarai had made a choice. From the hesitation in Asil’s steady footfall, he heard it, too. “Was that what she did?” he asked. “She loved me better than she loved you,” the witch said. “I am her little butterfly, and she takes care of me.” Asil was silent for a moment, then he said, “I don’t think you’ve been anyone’s Mariposa for a long time.” The witch stopped and switched abruptly to Spanish. “Liar. Liar. You don’t know anything. She loved me. Me! She

Xander started with a scowl on his face. “It’s my fault,” I interrupted him and looked at Alaric and Orion as I pushed myself back into Wyatt’s body and he wrapped his arms around my stomach, “I appreciate it but with three mates and Dez, I doubt I’ll ever call Orion. Once I get used to this whole mind linking thing we can try, but right now it’s been a long day, can we please skip this?”

Conan took control of Chris and whispered with tears in his eyes, " I am sorry, Alexa, I am sorry for not trusting you back then." Adele stood still without replying or breaking from the hug. " We have been apart for three years. Now that everything is fine, we should get back together and stay as a happy family." " Happy family?" Alexa scoffed. She lifted her right leg and kneed Conan in between his legs. He bowled over in pain, and Liam held him before he could fall. "Stay in a dark and rotten place, without food and fresh air, with an evil witch for three years, and then you can talk to me about being together," she growled and raced towards the Silverlake pack, shifting into her wolf whi