Lambert didn't miss Keira at all. It didn't matter to him what became of this unfaithful, imperious woman. The fact that his path had taken him to Kovir this season, where she had spent the last few months together with this disgusting rascal, was pure coincidence. Lambert couldn't care less about the fact that she had apparently parted with this wealthy jerk. He was once and for all time over this promiscuous sorceress ... This is a spin-off to my long-fic "The Heart of Alchemy". If you already read the "Heart" then I recommend to read "Eternal Flame" after chapter 20 of my main story. If you're not reading the parent-work, then you can start with "Eternal Flame", then read the upcoming chapter 23 and following of the main story, where the events will continue.

One last contract before Eskel is planning to leave for Kaer Morhen. The offer coming from Thalia, an alchemist studying at the Oxenfurt university - escorting an expedition to Kaedwen - sounds just about right. But things take a turn for the worse and the witcher has to sort out the feelings he developed for his employer - while she's trying to snatch him from the jaws of death...

Tender Mind | Yandere Geralt of Rivia x Reader When they first met, he didn't feel anything special, nor did she. They were just strangers, not really interested in the matter of the other. As time went by, he found himself attracted to her more and more, strong feeling binding their lives with a red thread of fate. The question, however... Does the red color represent the love they feel for each other? Or perhaps, was the origin of the color the spilled blood of those who tried to take the Witchers' beloved? What good is a monster slayer, if he becomes the monster? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING: Sensitive content

"Regis, I see that you care a lot about your friend, but you can't completely ignore his actions. You yourself described him as impulsive. What should keep him from committing such an act again? Now Regis also stood up and came close to Livia. He bent down to her until only a few centimeters separated their faces. His cool breath embraced her like the first snow in winter. She could not turn her gaze away from him and remained motionless. "His conscience."

Geralt of Rivea. Butcher of blaviken White Wolf. Witcher. He's had many names over the years. In this tale, he comes to the aid of a local village who believes a monster plagues the wood that sorround them. They ask Geralt to dispatch of this monster. He obliges. It is here he meets a young lass who, unlike the others, does not seem to fear or hate him. Alieena does not hate. Anyone. She is incapable of that emotion. Geralt of Rivia is no exception. She finds herself drawn to the Witcher, despite the warnings that Witcher's don't have the capility to feel. (I claim no rights over the Witcher or it's characters. This is a work of fiction.)

Life is never without the want or need for something you don't have. The only way to achieve this is to strive for what you require, yet it is not always easy, let alone if this matter is in regard to love. X Reader Insert Fiction