Witcher Novel Novels & Stories

River's eyes scanned the shelves, searching for something to distract her from Thane's insult and Axel's threat. Her hand settled on a worn leather volume, its title etched in gold lettering: "The Way of the Wolf". River's heart swelled with curiosity as she opened the book, releasing the scent of aged paper. As she began to read, Selene's presence receded, her anger slowly giving way to River's calm determination. The words on the page spoke directly to River's soul, reminding her of the strength and resilience that lay within.

Chapter 4- Target The fear spread to Elise entirely that halted her breathing. The man Samantha talking right now is no other than the villain in the early chapter of the novel. He’s a complete psycho! A nut dog who has a sadistic tendency. Elise is having goosebumps remembering the scenes from the book she read. Elise spend her time in the orphanage creating a plan and she admit that she’s taking her time but his appearance brought panicked to Elise, she needed to get her grief, it’s a real thing but her trembling never subsides

And now Val is the voivodul in Muntania, the Val who was the monk and an abbot. In the year 6994, February 13th this was written earlier and then again in the year 6998 January 28th it was rewritten a second time by me, sinful Efrosin. At the time, when the story was written, it was more than short fictionalised representation of fragments from the mysterious life of Dragwer. What truly happened with that man nobody knows.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Something deep down inside of me wanted badly to protect this man just like he had protected me. Just when I was thinking of giving up, strong arms grabbed me and began speeding. Loud howling echoed through the squares as wolves formed a circle around us, guiding us passed the well and quickly into the thick woods. My vision was blurring with tears and I was speaking in a hysterical manner as the stranger carried me. I could only repeat Julian's name over and over. Begging whatever gods would listen to save him. ---------------------------------- The smell of food woke me. I groaned loudly as I tried to move. Every muscle in my body still screamed in agony. Slowly I opened my eyes, letting t

“If I did, where the hell am I supposed to go?” Alarick nodded in my response and walked past me, not minding my hands are now free. “Hey, you’re not going to tie my hands?” I followed his steps by running a little. “You enjoyed being tied up?” he smirked, and with that, my eyes widened. “Shut up!” I shouted and walked past him, I stopped when I realized that I don’t know where Alarick is taking me. It took us a long walk to reach a small diner, which reminds me of Lambs. The ambiance is not that different from Lambs but considering that this is the diner for werewolves, it may seem gloomy and dark.

As the pack wolves fought bravely against Alexei, hoping to restrain him, his feral rage only escalated. He tore through them without hesitation, consumed by a bloodlust that couldn't be contained. Novel closed her eyes, allowing her magical essence to flood through her veins. She rose slowly off the ground, floating for a brief second before vanishing into thin air with the speed of lightning.

Supernatural fighters and Order hunters locked in deadly combat. Sera sees a young witch—not Claire, someone else—get hit with wolfsbane gas. She collapses, convulsing. Marcus drags the witch to safety while other wolves cover him. Dante shifts back to human, needing hands to operate weapons. He fires a captured rifle at hunters taking position on a roof. Two go down, a third retreats. "We need to push forward!" he shouts. "Get to the command center!" "The command center is the large building, west side," Elena responds. "But you'll have to fight through—"

‘Nope’ I yelled back, my eyes not leaving the sight of books, I walked past but then stopped, something grazed from my fingers, I stepped back and tried to find what it was, it felt like something pricked on my finger. ‘I felt too, something very strong touched me’ Irene mumbled, my eyes anxiously looking for it again when they locked at one book. ‘Legacy of White Wolf’ I quietly murmured those words and water gathered in my eyes as if something stung into it. The emotions right now were foreign, I was unable to understand them, but they were overwhelming. My hand was tracing the title.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.