Witcher Graphic Novels & Stories

They’re toxic and beautiful. A girl in the village touches one and slips into a coma. Others follow. The villagers riot. They come for Mira at night, torches in hand. But before they reach her door, the earth shakes. The river rises. The village drowns in mist. And from the fog, Mira emerges, eyes glowing faint silver — her voice calm: "This is not your river anymore." The Witch’s Game The River Witch visits Mira again — not in dreams, but in her mirror.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

A few seconds later, a petite woman with jet black hair and huge silver colored eyes answered. “What can I do for you?” She asked brightly. “I’m Rex Callis, Alpha of the Sakura Pack. I’m just here to extend my packs greetings, maybe meet with Tristan, and give him this.” He pulled the small box from his pocket, displaying the offering Makai had given him.

Tris said sadly. I came out of the room and back to the shrine. Nixie had already drawn two things. One was a drawing of a human, while the other was that of a wolf, which lay side by side with each other "Lie down, facing up," Nixie instructed. I complied without question.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

This was the only chance that they were going to receive to slam their cock inside the fuck hole of their Luna. So they used and abused this chance until their mouths were full of the taste of Maya’s skin and her cum, and their cocks were purple and drained of every drop of cum. On the other hand, Vishous was not having anything different. His cock was looking like a burning rod from cumming so much. His eyes had changed to his wolf's. Like an animal's lethal and starving eyes that were ready to devour its next prey. His claws were out. It looked like he was almost in pain from restraining himself from beasting out.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.