Thewitcher Stories

𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 [𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏]: 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗲. The only female Witcher to ever exist, Kalira Drezgarr, better known as Kalira of Lyria or the Shield-Maiden of Death, was mostly a rumor around the Continent. Most believed she didn't exist until her path met with an old friend followed by misfortunate events taking place in Blaviken. Going their separate ways after that, Kalira didn't expect to be thrusted in a destiny she didn't even believe in when she met up with Geralt once more. 『𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟷, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷』 〚𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐〛 The story will follow season one of The Witcher series along with many adventures of Kalira of Lyria. This story is tagged as mature so I will not be giving warnings at the beginning of a chapter. The relationships in the story will not be monogamous. Read at your own risk. I own nothing but Kalira and her storyline.

I am a ghost. I am a destroyer. I am fear. I am Aamon. But I wasn't always this way. I was born in Vengerberg, into a family that had little besides each other. We were poor, like most around us, but as a child, I never cared. Then my little sister was born. From the moment I held her, I had a purpose. Protect her. She was different. The world was cruel to her, so I promised I would always be there. That no matter what came for her, it would have to go through me first. She believed me. So did I. But I failed. I lost her. And that day, something inside me died too. Years passed. The frightened boy from Vengerberg disappeared. In his place rose a Viper-a Witcher shaped by blood, shadows and poison. Eventually, people forgot my name. They simply called me... The Ghost. But decades later, whispers reached my ears. A powerful sorceress. Raven-black hair. Violet eyes. And a name I thought I would never hear again. Yennefer of Vengerberg. My little sister was dead. ...wasn't she?

Reborn on the Continent with memories of another life, Marek Radan turns alchemy into a blade. From Kaer Morhen to Vizima's rotten streets, every potion, oath, and bargain pulls him deeper into a world where monsters wear many faces, and changing fate may cost more than his life.

In the year 1228, a veteran player of The Witcher found himself transported into the body of a Witcher Apprentice named Alvin Thyssen. That year, the Northern Kingdoms were busy expanding their territories, and the borderlands were thick with war and strife. Monsters lurked throughout the mountains and wilderness. It should have been the most active era for witchers, yet it had been ruined by the book "Monstrum, or Description of the Witcher". Fortunately, Alvin awakened the Profession Proficiency System, allowing him to obtain Mutagens by killing monsters. [Kill a Drowner, obtain 100% Drowner Mutagen, acquire the Underwater Breathing talent (White)] [Kill a Dragon, obtain 100% Dragon Mutagen, acquire the Dragon Eye talent (Orange)] What should he do if he could not beat a monster? Grind for experience, of course. [Apprentice Swordsmanship Lv1 → Apprentice Swordsmanship LvMax, obtain talent: Blade Perception (White)] [Astral Meditation Method Lv1 → Astral Meditation Method LvMax, obtain talent: Apotheosis (Prismatic)] ... Years later, war between North and South erupted, and the Northern Kingdoms collapsed in defeat. "The one who approaches is the White Flame who dances upon the graves of his enemies, the Emperor of Nilfgaard, Emhyr var Emreis." Emperor Emhyr lifted his head slightly and looked across the Pontar River at the dark-haired, golden-eyed man seated high upon the Iron Throne. The herald's voice rang out again. "Before you stands the Grand Master of the Order of the Witcher, the Dragon Slayer, the End of the Prophecy of White Frost, the Racial Peacemaker, a distinguished graduate of Aretuza, a member of the Chapter of the Gift and the Art, and the Lord of the Kingdom of Kovir and Poviss, His Majesty Alvin Thyssen." ... Fan translation of 巫师：从狼学派猎魔人开始肝经验 by 豆浆大饼油条, if you can, please support the original author.

"You're a kind man, a gentle soul." He almost snorted, but he didn't want to scare her. He didn't want her to stop exploring him. He was wary though. He didn't like anyone touching his neck. It was drilled into him during his training days. Having the neck at risk meant death. It took everything in him not to fight back against his witcher instincts. "You just haven't been dealt a fair hand in life." Her touched stopped where his neck met his jaw. Though she wasn't really pressing into his skin, she could feel his pulse. **** DISCLAIMER I don't own any of the characters from the Witcher. I only own the characters made for this story.

A collection of One Shots I've written over the years. Contains various fandoms and shippings +*+*+* Each One Shot is also published on my AO3 if you prefer to read them there AO3: Lem00nOak

Shaela had been raised by a Witcher couple after her home village was destroyed during a dragon attack when she was just a baby. Years later she recieves a letter her biological mother had writen for her describing part of her unique heritage. Joined by a famed Witcher who had just been passing through the village, she sets out on an adventure to unravel her heritage.

(Y/n)'s life was a simple one. She lived and worked for coin, thieving and killing anything that was asked of her. Her life was boring, mundane, until she met...him. This story is an xreader and is based off the Netflix series. I don't know if t can be classed as mature but there will be violence, gore and maybe some smut ;)

After the mountain years have passed, and a deadly, suffocating curse now creeps toward Kaer Morhen. Desperate for aid, the Witchers travel to a hidden, isolated kingdom guarded by an ancient, impenetrable barrier. They expect an old, mysterious ruler. Instead, Geralt finds himself face-to-face with Julian-the man he once called Jaskier. Enjoy! You can also check out my other books, I would be honoured! On hold for now. To be honest, I've lost all drive to continue this story, but I'd gladly bring it back to life if I see that people are genuinely enjoying it. If you want more chapters, just drop a comment and let me know!

------------ Loves and devotions in the eyes of the one and only duo, King Eist and Queen Calanthe. ------------

Welcome to the review of one of the most incredible reimaginings of The Lord of the Rings! Will the heroic Sephiroth, the Son of the Ice, defeat the evil Sauron? Hey, wait, what does Sephiroth have to do with The Lord of the Rings? Oh, you'll see. All you have to do is dive into an epic world of absurdity, fun, femslash, and... abused women.

Breath of the wild short stories

In 1912, the Lutece twins-bored with merely observing constants and variables-decide to conduct their most audacious experiment yet: they tear Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon from the moment after the White Frost is defeated on her world and drop her, disoriented and grieving, into the skies above floating city of Columbia. Their mission is simple yet impossible: "Free the Lamb from her tower... and see what happens when two bloodlines that should never meet finally touch." Ciri, stripped of her allies and her world, must navigate the flying city's zealotry, racism, and plasmatic horrors using only her blade, her Elder Blood flashes, and a growing, terrifying affection for the imprisoned girl she has been sent to save: Elizabeth Comstock.

Oneshots for: Geralt x Reader Jaskier x Reader

Yennefer is full of self hate after Geralt chose Triss over her.

Just a few seconds after they fight Jaskier almost falls down the mountain but Geralt saves him and something very interesting happens to him.

It all started in that crowded inn with two outcasts wanting to play Gwent. Slowly their longing for Gwent turned into longing for each other Geralt x OC

"Honey you're familiar like my mirror years ago," A book for me to share my original characters in depth... (COVER BY @hecatespells)

Go back to Oxenfurt for the winter, he thought. It'll be convenient, he thought. or, Five times Jaskier thinks he has a handle on his crush, and one time he gives up. a fic to accompany 'to grow a winter garden' from Jaskier's POV! if you haven't read that already, things make more sense to start from there. part 3 of the 'what we choose to keep' series.

The knife the assassin never reached Yennefer and the baby - it slid by them, cutting a few strands of the baby's hair, but leaving her otherwise unscathed. The knife fell, uselessly, to the ground, and Yennefer's legs gave out as she clutched the child, falling into the sand like a puppet with its strings cut.