She Wolf, Black Wolf, Death wolf

She Wolf, Black Wolf, Death wolf

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The Witcher
Inspired by the witcher series books, and the games along with a Netflix TV show starring soon I decided create a character that would join the series in a way that would alternate it. ----------------------- A girl chosen from a small village with a future covered in blood, as she finds her true self with love intertwining with another.
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Blood splattered across the stone floor, the metallic scent thick in the air. Footsteps echoed down the hollow, deliberate, hunting. Her pulse thundered. She spun, dagger pointed, eyes scanning the shadows. Then-arms wrapped around her waist from back side , firm. Her breath caught in her throat as a figure pulled her back against him. The world seemed to still. Every muscle in her body screamed danger. She gritted her teeth, fingers tightening around the hilt of her blade. One strike and she could end it- but then a voice, low and familiar, slipped through the silence. "I think my baby is tired of killing people..." Her entire body frozen. That voice,That unbearable mix of tenderness. She dared not answer. Warm breath brushed her ear as he leaned closer. His lips are in the curve of her neck. The touch sent a shiver racing through her-half terror, half something she refused to name it . Her chest rose and fell, every breath shallow, broken. "I don't think I can hold back, lana ..." he whispered, the words curling into her skin. Her heart raged against her ribs. She clutched the dagger tighter, fighting against herself, against him, against the storm inside her. But when she finally spoke, her voice was raw, breathless, betraying everything she wanted to hide. "Just... give me the kiss already."

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