Petit recueil de drabbles prenant place dans l'univers de The Witcher. Pour ceux qui ne connaissent pas le principe, on vous donne un mot et vous avez 7 minutes pour écrire un texte de 100 mots (avec une tolérance de 10%).

After the events of the quest for the dragon, Jaskier is traveling alone. Missing the witcher, but refusing to give in to the need to seek him out. His friend. In his stubborness he has lost his music. Geralt finds the bard, and enlists his help for a job to slay a monstrous King. Geralt/Jaskier

"But his way is nonexistent, and all Jaskier has are a bunch of synonyms for the same thing, a bunch of memories of the same man, some stray paper, a lute, a spinning ceiling and the feeling of having finally, finally sunk to the ground in need of some constancy, as his parents had always wished he would." Or, the monsters Jaskier faces which are not all that apparent in canon.

Weary of the world, yet reluctant to leave as others have before him, Geralt of Rivia roams as he once did, hunting monsters. When a black hearted queen seizes power, overthrowing the balance of peace within the kingdom of Verden, the Witcher is sent on a quest; hunt down the one with a heart of gold, and take back the crown. A Witcher twist on Snow White and the Huntsman.

A series of non-sequential but interdependent one-shots. Romantic Pairing: Geralt/Dandelion.

From The Witcher book series Sword of Destiny, this is a short story I wrote immediately after reading "A Little Sacrifice", sort of an epilogue to that. Be aware if you've not read A Sword of Destiny this contains spoilers to that.

Capturée par des soudards pour soigner Geralt de Riv retenu prisonnier, je m'enfuis avec lui pour rentrer auprès de mes proches en Forêt de Brokilone. Notre périple nous fera vivre des émotions fortes et variées. Chronologiquement parlant, cette parenthèse se situe après L'éclat de glace et la Saison des Orages mais avant la première rencontre de Geralt et Cirilla.

Keira De Leitz, a Witcher from the Kestrel School, wakes to the screams from a damsel in distress. Things take a turn from there.

In the chaos of the second Nilfgaardian War, a Mayor of a Kaedweni city must make a hard decision. Even if it means betraying his homeland.

Ceci est un recueil de petites aventures du Boucher de Blaviken ! Ecrit suite à un paris lancé par mes amies. Un chapitre Une aventure Un nouveau personnage Une amitié Pas de spoiler !

[Kinaï] [TRADUCTION] En retraite à Toussaint, Geralt et Yennefer tentent de guérir leurs plaies du passé. Yennefer se tourne vers le Sabbat célébré par les sorcières d'autrefois ainsi que par les mortels de tout le continent et demande à Geralt de le faire avec elle. Fluff en vue.

El viaje de Ciri y Geralt desde Sodden hasta el Nido de los Brujos, así como el primer año de Ciri en la fortaleza que Sapkowski nunca nos contó.

After a rough job leaves him injured, Geralt visits a bathhouse.

C'était donc ainsi que tout devait se terminer… Étrange… Il aurait pourtant dû le voir venir. Les habitants du petit village du désert ne lui avaient pas tout dit. Après tout, ils n'étaient pas idiots. Tous savaient que même les Sorceleurs se méfiaient des Épouvanteurs

Witcher Tv Series (set after episode 8) Spoilers. After finally finding Cirilla, Geralt has hard choices ahead of him and a destiny that he is not yet sure he wants. With a life threatening wound, a young princess to protect, monsters lurking and a war raging far to close, the journey will not be easy. But it is one he must make.

I've seen many things on my journeys: Great Sea, Continent, Skellige Isles and what lays beyond. I've met sailors, who sailed through a hundred storms. I heard tales of heroes and deeds of old. But, I haven't learned a more extraordinary story, that the one I heard on Faroe in the early autumn, many years ago. I wish I had heard more and remembered it better.

It's hard to say, when or where the story begins. Some say, that it started in Dol Blathanna as Aen Seidhe decided to descent from the Blue Mountains to fight for their land. Others say, that it started in Redania, where some were equal and some were not. I heard it in the early summer, long ago. Sometimes, I wish I had never heard it, sometimes I wish I knew more.

For the whole world, Triss Merigold lost her life during the battle. It had been two days, and the land of Sodden was still burning, tortured by the fire that had devoured plants, grass, roots, insects— and, Yennefer had believed, a beloved one.

Pour le monde entier, Triss Merigold avait perdu la vie lors de la bataille. Cela faisait deux jours, et la terre de Sodden brûlait encore, torturée par ce feu qui avait dévoré plantes, herbe, racines, insectes… et, Yennefer avait cru, une bien-aimée.

Not only can there be one love in life. It can arrive at the moment you least expect, but ... he is a witcher at the shadow of the fate.

Fun romp i hope

A fic based on my witcher drabbles. My oc Evangeline (a female witcher) and Regis meet at a seedy Inn. Evangeline knows there's something peculiar about her new friend. Overcoming obstacles together they instantly connect. This story will follow the ups and downs of their odd relationship. Lots of fluff to come.

The Elves are preparing for war and some of their secretly trained operatives have to gather all necessary resources - whether it means to break the rules, save lives or kill. One of them has one more handicap - she's human and has to convince the Scoia'tael to cooperate... Will Coinneach help her to catch up with Iorveth and Isengrim?

Ever imagined the Scoia'tael as small kids? Think of an elven kindergarten… One-shot. (Connected to my story 'Warning signs' – if you don't recognize some characters, but can be read as a stand-alone story as well.)

White Wolf's peace was disturbed by sudden appearence of an unusual guest with equaly unusual knowledge. The situation comical at first, quickly turned out to be more serious than anybody could expected. Kaer Morhen and it's habitants will again be witnesses of extraordinary events. And Fate will show, that it really have a bad sense of humor. And like to be a prick.