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Die, Monster, Die

Characters: Geralt of Rivia; Lambert (The Witcher); Vesemir (The Witcher); Coën (The Witcher); Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach

Published: 2024-05-01; Words: 1,622; Chapters: 1/1

Summary: "Die, you mother-fucking monster! Will you finally die?" Lambert roars, yet the monster seems to have other plans. For the umpteenth time it reassembles its scattered fragments and attacks again. Damn!

Excerpt:

"What the fucking hell is this thing?" he pants. "I've never read anything about a creature even remotely resembling this in any of your Witcher books! And I believe I've read them all!"

"Not the slightest idea," Geralt says, breathing heavily. He has tried everything he can think of against the creature, different blades, of course, oils, Witcher signs, but to no avail. The beast does not seem to have a circulatory system, so Brown oil didn't work. Cinfrid oil did not have any effect at all, so it obviously does not feel pain, Hanged Man's Venom was equally useless. The creature's physiology must be too different from a human's for it to be poisonous. Which is not really surprising considering the beast lacks any resemblance to humans whatsoever. It apparently is not an insectoid, necrophage, ornithosaur, spectre or vampire either as none of their creature specific oils has helped in the least. In addition, they have tried to roast it with Igni, stun it with Aard, trap it with Yrden and confuse it with Axii, yet the effects were only very short-lived, if there were any at all. Now Geralt is sadly running out of ideas. And the fucking monster is attacking again with incredible speed.

Ignoring the searing pain from the bite wound in his butt, Geralt swivels around and blasts the beast into the wall with Aard. One hole in his backside is more than enough, thank you very much! However, it only gives them the briefest of breaks to recover their breaths while the creature's body sort of drips from the wall. Then it reassembles itself into its more defined yet strangely amorphous shape again. And, before the Witchers know what is happening, it half flies, half jumps into Lambert's face.

"Argh!" is the only sound he can make before the pointy teeth sink themselves into his hairy cheek.

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"I don't want to be a monster." /

Bitten / Haunted House

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Source: Mermaid Picture

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Broken Mirror, Black Heart

Emhyr var Emreis does not believe in ghosts, no. They are nothing but old wives' tales. And the rumours about the ghost in the guest wing are utterly ridiculous, of course, or are they?

Rating: Mature

Characters: Emhyr var Emreis, Gallatin

Published: 2024-01-01; Words: 2,977; Chapters: 2/2

Shimmering Scales and Stormy Seas

This is the story of Jaskier's first time. Decide yourself if it is true or just a tall tale.

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Jaskier/Mermaid

Published: 2023-05-13; Words: 800

picture from: pixabay.com

And quietly lay the frozen lake

Excerpt from Chapter 3 - Déjà-vu

"You are bleeding," he muttered. And indeed, there was a not insignificant amount of fresh red blood staining the white of the snow in the place where Cahir had lain.

"G-Got m-me in the sh-shoulder, i-it's n-nothing," Cahir chattered. With the freezing cold in addition to the adrenaline rush he had hardly felt it when the monster had sunk its fangs into his left shoulder just before he managed to strike the fatal blow, from below through what probably was its throat - he wasn't too sure about the monster's anatomy, it was a bit confusing with all the constantly moving tentacles - and up straight into the beast's brain. Even now he only felt some kind of dull throbbing where the monster had bitten him, but he did feel a little lightheaded and wobbly.

"You always say it's nothing. And then you fall off your horse. Let's get you to the cave quickly," Geralt said worriedly, taking in the pale complexion and unsteady stance of his younger comrade. "Regis will probably have a nice fire going by now, and he'll have a look at that shoulder of yours." 

They started walking briskly up the slope after Milva and Angoulême, who had almost reached the cave by now, but soon Cahir slowed and stumbled and would have fallen if Geralt had not grabbed him just in time. Supported by the Witcher, Cahir managed to get halfway up the hillside, but then he collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, his face as white as the snow around them and obviously in a lot of pain now. With a grunt, Geralt heaved the injured, moaning young man onto his back and started to carry him. It was not that far anymore, but ever since they had set out from Toussaint through snow and ice, his old knee injury had acted up again, obviously not appreciating the cold and hardships of the journey. He gritted his teeth against the stabs of pain and, with a distinct sense of déjà-vu, continued uphill.

"S-Sorry y-you h-have t-to l-lugg m-me a-again," Cahir's teeth were chattering even worse now and he was not easy to understand, but at least he was conscious, and lucid.

"You saved Angoulême. I would lug you around the entire continent for that, if I had to," Gerald panted.