Prologue:

Dark and silent, that was the best way to describe this particular night. Completely clear sky with no stars. Some say that a silent night, is a deadly night.

Which was exactly what someone standing on a advantagious spot from a distance, where he observed his targets from afar. His mission was simple, kill the conspirators that were plotting against the King of Temeria.

Though, there was a problem. They were all inside the safety of a guarded castle. Tuzla Castle, a castle in Angren to be more precise.

The Individual who's there to kill them, didn't really care about the conspiracy or whatever was this all about. He was doing it as a favor for a loved one. Who happens to serve the King of Temeria.

From a distance, he could see the amount of guards that were guardian the unimpressive castle. Five guards armed with crossbows on the walls, but probably a lot more in.

The Spy that gave the information of the conspirators location didn't gave much details on the castle's defenses. Not that it mattered too much for the assassin.

He could see the castle from above, thanks to the advantageous position that he took on a tall tree, not too far from it. He could see it from a distance, thanks to to a weapon that possessed a telescopic sight.

Five guards, I must take them out before I sneak inside. The Assassin thought as he aimed his weapon to take down the first guard.

The Weapon in question had a peculiar name. It was called bullet thrower, though this was an second version of the weapon. As the original was a was a telekinesis-powered arbalest with huge spherical storage for lead bullets. As the name suggests, it used to throw bullets, in severalrounds per minute. It's prototype was tested in some minor battle but was not brought into general use due to very low accuracy. Ironically, the assassin knew the creator and managed to convince him into retrying and improving the weapon for more practical uses, which he luckily finished before ultimately dying of a stroke.

Now, he possesses the only working version of it. It's still the same function, throwing lead balls but in a more efficient way. The design changed as well, it resembles a club made of both metal and wood with the length slightly higher than a longsword. It only fires one shot at a time as opposed of several rounds per minute has a repeating mechanism that allows loading another lead ball after firing it, with a capacity of twelve shots. It also has a telescopic sight for aim, as it was redesigned for long-range combat. Last but not least, it did not required telekinesis to fire it, but it did required black powder to be loaded on it.

As he observed from a distance, in order to eliminate each of them without being noticed. Luckily, one of the guards started to distance himself to check the east side of the wall covering the castle. The Assassin took this opportunit to fire at him.

The shot pierced through the guard's head, right on his left eye, where his helmet didn't protect him. Though when he collapse, the armor that he was wearing made a noise when it hit the ground, which alerted another guard. Which was a good thing, since he shot the guard on the neck as soon as he got close enough to the body.

He then aimed at the three remaining guards, who were too close from one another to be taken out without attracting attention.

The assassin decided to do something about it. He recited a few words in a low whisper, and watched from afar as one of the guards looks at another with pure hatred, before he shot him in the head with his crossbow. The third guard that saw what just happened didn't have time to react however, because he was shot in the head by the assassin. Then he moved his aim to the last guard, before finishing off before he recovers his senses.

Having dispatched of all the guards, he stood up from his position on the top of the top of the tall tree and put the bullet thrower on a custom made scabbard on his back, right besides the sword that he was carrying.

He then started to recite a few more words in the same low whisper that he did before, and jumped.

But he didn't fell from the considerable height, it was quite the opposite. He actually glides through the air, descending slowly towards the wall of the castle. Which was s considerable distance from his previous location.

No more magic for now. The assassin thought as he set his foot on the wall where the corpses of the guards were.

He looks around the castle and only had a thought in his mind. There's something wrong in here. He could tell just by looking at the courtyard. Which was surprisingly empty. Five guards on the wall, but no guards on the courtyard. He thought in deep suspicion.

After a short pondering, he came to a conclusion. What if this so called spy was actually working for the conspirators. He came to that conclusion.

But before he could give any other thought about the situation, he heard a noice on his left. But when he turns around, he noticed something rolling at his direction. Dammit! It was bomb.

He quickly jumped off the wall before it exploded, he rolled once he reached the ground and took out his sword. The assassin looked around the courtyard of the castle. Wondering where did that bomb came from.

With his blade at hand, he walked into the middle of the courtyard in order to have a better field of vision. As he stands there, he could tell that there was someone moving around.

He held his sword tightly. Preparing himself for combat. It was the right idea, as he heard steps coming at his direction from behind. He rolled forward before turning around with his sword at hand.

In a split second, he had to deflect a upcoming attack coming from a heavy axe. Before having to jump back to create some distance between himself and the attacker.

When he did that, he managed to take a good look at his attacker. It was a tall and stocky man, with a bald head and a long and thick beard. His head covered in cuts and scars. He had a fully brown outfit but with some heavy looking armor on it. He also an axe at hand. But the thing that stood out the most were his eyes and a medallion that he was wearing. They were cat-like light brown eyes, and was a Bear School Medallion.

A Witcher? The assassin asked himself in surprise.

"You're a little too well dressed for assassin." The Witcher told the assassin in a very deep and rough voice.

The Witcher was referring to what the assassin was wearing. He was dressed almost completely in black, though his clothes were very high quality from head to toes and even the gloves that he was wearing. He was also wearing half-plate armor, an gilded in silver and heavily ornate armor with very complex patterns that were encrusted in emeralds. His belt was a utility belt with several pouches on it. On his head, there was a hood and a piece of cloth covering his face.

"That's because assassinations aren't exactly my line of work." The assassin replied in a very calm and suave voice. "Let me guess, the spy betrayed the king?"

"No," The Witcher answered bluntly. "He was never on your king's side to begin with."

The assassin let out a small chuckle. "He's not my king, I don't serve Foltest." He replied in a very dignified matter.

"Who are you then?" The Witcher questioned him.

"If you wish to know my identity, you shall present yourself first."

The Witcher raised an brow in curiosity, before he complied. "Very well, I'm Bagri of Ysgith."

"Well met, Bagri." He bowed respectfully. Then he removed the hood and the cloth that was covering his face. "I am Malak of Cintra."

Bagri made a very surprised expression when he saw his face. Malak was a very handsome young man, with locks of curly, raven black hair, falling in a cascade of curls on his shoulders. His face was very pale, square in shape with a strong and defined jawline. His eyes were cold and sparkling with a remarkable violet penetrating gaze, but what mostly called attention on his eyes, was that they were Cat-like eyes like Bagri's.

"You're a Witcher?" Bagri asked Malak.

"Technically yes." He answered.

"What are you doing here?" Bagri asked in even more confusion.

"Just doing a favor for someone dear to me." Malak replied. "What about you?"

"I'm just repaying favor," Bagri replied. "I hate having to do this with another Witcher, but I promised to get rid of the assassin." He informed Malak before getting into a fighting stance with his axe.

"I understand, though, I'm not going to just let you just kill me." Malak also got into a fighting stance. The hilt of his sword, just like his armor, was heavily ornate though it was gilded in gold as oppose to silver and was encrusted with sapphires as opposed to emeralds. The pommel had the shape of a Wolf's head. The blade also had runes engraved on it. "I was always curious about how the members of the School of The Bear fight, so please don't take it easy on me." He politely requested.

Bagri didn't respond. He just charged at Malak and swinged his axe at him, which Malak easily evades by rolling to the right. Then he attempts to attack Bagri, who deflects the attack with his axe.

The two Witchers then started to trade blow after blow after blow. But they were fighting with such a grace that it looked like they were dancing. Though, Malak's attacks had more finesse, while Bagri's had more force.

Suddenly, Malak creates some distance between the two by jumping back while twisting in the air while his body is kept horizontal.

His style is more agreesive, he relies more on strength. Malak thought as he jumped and attempted to slice him downwards.

Bagri blocks the attack using the grip of his axe. Then he kicks Malak in the stomach, pushing him back.

The kick didn't cause any damage thanks to his armor though. And Malak was quick to attack him again. He swinged his sword to the left, which Bagri quickly deflected. But Malak delivered a right kick to his face as soon as his sword made contact with his axe.

Bagri however, followed with a spinning back fist into Malak's face as well. But Malak quickly delivered a spinning heel kick into his face as a response, followed by a slash with his sword after a second spin. The slash made a cut on Bagri's cheek.

His armor is pretty good, I need to attack his head. Malak thought as he often heard that the School of The Bear sacrificed speed for defense, and wore heavier armor. The only unprotected part was Bagri's head due to him not wearing a helmet.

Unfortunately, their battle took a different turn. As soon as Malak made that cut on his cheek. Bagri used a Aard sign to throw Malak back.

He was knocked down with his sword flying off his hand. Malak didn't stay on the ground though. He quickly stood up by kicking up from a supine position to a standing position. "Shame, I was hoping we would have a more civilized duel."

"This isn't a fucking duel, boy." Bagri stated with his cheek bleeding profoundly due to deep cut. "I'm here to kill you, and you should be trying to kill me too, if you hope to get out if here alive."

Malak smiled at that. "I could kill you at any time, but my curiosity of how you fight kept me from doing it." He spoke in the same suave voice.

"Hah! The young ones are always the most arrogant." Bagri laughed at Malak. "You may think that you're invincible bu-"

Unknowingly for Bagri, the moment that Malak stood up, he started to do something. That something was making his sword rise from the ground and stand behind Bagri. Before Malak made his sword pierce through the back of Bagri's head and come out through his mouth.

Bagri stayed alive for a few more seconds and too a shocked look at Malak before collapsing. That shocked look, was due to realizing something. That Malak of Cintra wasn't just a Witcher, but also a Mage.

Malak used telekinesis to lift his sword and pierced through Bagri's head with it. He approached Bagri's corpse to retrieve his sword. "Not arrogance, just the element of surprise." Malak told his dead body before pulling his sword out of it. He used part of Bagri's clothes to wipe the blood from it, before putting the sword back on the scabbard on his back.

This mission was a complete failure, I better inform them about the traitorous spy. Malak thought before reaching the pocket of his trousers and pulled out a crystal. A teleportation crystal to be more precise.

He then took a final look at Bagri's corpse. "It was honor, Bagri of Ysgith." He spoke before reaching on one of the pouchs on his belt and pulling out a Dancing Star bomb, he ignites it and toss it at Bagri's corpse. Before using the Crystal to teleport out of there.

The Bomb then explodes and sets Bagri's body on fire. As Malak didn't have time to bury him.


"So the Spy betrayed the King."

The teleportation crystal took Malak, to the Royal PalaceinVizima. But instead of informing the King of what transpired, he decided to inform the person that asked him to go on this mission.

"You don't sound very surprised," Malak spoke.

"I had a feeling that the spy could not be trusted, but the King insisted."

"Who was this spy anyway?" He asked.

"Someone that Princess Adda introduced to the King."

"Adda? Why the King let Adda into this?"

"Adda is the heir, besides, you know how Foltest can't say no to her."

"Why did you ask me to do this, aunt Triss?"

The Person that asked Malak to assassinate the conspirators, was Triss Merigold. A member of King Foltest's royal council. She wasn't really his aunt, but Malak had a habit of calling his parent's close friends, uncle and aunt.

"Sorry, but I needed someone I trusted to do this in case of my suspicion being correct." She clarified to him. "Though, I sincerely didn't expect them to hire a Witcher."

"He wasn't hired, he said that he was returning a favor." Malak explained.

"I must inform Foltest." Triss told him.

"I'm quite tired, I better get some sleep." He turns around and prepares to make his way to his room.

But before he could move, Triss grabbed his arm and turned him around to face her. She then wrapped her arms around his neck. "I really appreciate what you did." She told him.

"It was nothing," He replied with a weak smile.

Triss smiled as well, before pressing her lips into his. The shared a tender kiss for a minute before they separate. "Good night, Malak."

''Good night, Aunt Triss." Malak replied before walking away.


Malak made his way to the room that he was staying on the castle. A simple room that had a bed and table. He removed his armor, weapons and his boots. But instead of going to sleep, he decided to sit on the table to open up a letter that he received that morning.

He opened the letter to read it.

Dear Malak

I'm so, so, sorry for asking a favor. But I'm deep trouble.

I decided to make a visit to an old friend and unfortunately ended up involuntarily visiting another. I'm currently in a dungeon in Toussaint, marked for execution in two weeks.

PLEASE, HELP ME!

With love, your uncle Dandelion.

Toussaint? Did he forgot that Anna Henrietta banished him from there? He thought in confusion. Uncle Dandelion is gonna have to wait for a bit, I need to see if Aunt Triss needs more help with this conspiracy. I can teleport to somewhere close to Toussaint once everything is clear. Malak started to plan.

"You look disturbed." Suddenly, Malak got distracted from his thoughts by a voice coming from the door.

"Hello, Princess Adda." The Person on his door was none other than the Princess of Temeria.

"I heard about your return from the Tuzla Castle, I came to see if you were okay." She told him as she approached the table that he was sitting in front of it with her legs crossed.

No, you didn't. Malak thought. "I'm unharmed." He informed her, before grabbing his pipe that was on top of the table and lighting it in order to have a smoke. Malak's pipe was made of ivory and had a dragons engraved on it.

"Good," She sat on top of table right in front of the chair that he was sitting. "Though I must say, I wasn't expecting Merigold to send you of all people."

"Who else would be willing to take this job?" He asked her as he inhaled the smoke from his pipe.

"Vernon Roche wanted to go, but he probably wouldn't have been as effective as you." She uncrossed her legs and spread them in front of Malak. Adda was wearing a relatively short dress and he could see her white undergarments.

Malak exhaled the smoke before speaking. "Adda, I'm not stupid, what do you want?" He asked her before extending his hand and started to caress in between her legs.

Adda just smiled at him. "What if I told you that... ohhhh... There is no conspiracy."

Was all of this her doing? Malak thought in confusion. "Go on," He told her as he gently caress her.

"What if I told you that, an idiotic Baron did all of this in hopes of having me." She told him before she bit her lower lip.

Malak raised a brow before inhaling more smoke from his pipe.

"What if I told you that, he sincerely thinks that he's going to be my consort once I become Queen." She then grabbed his wrist and made him caress her more roughly.

"And who this idiotic Baron would be?" Malak asked in deep curiosity now before pushing one of his fingers inside of her through her undergarment.

"AAAHhhh! ... Aryan La Valette." She told his name after a loud moan.

Malak then came to a realization. "Is this about that rumor of Foltest being the father of the La Valette children."

"Not really a rumor, they are my half-siblings." Adda confirmed.

Malak removed his hand from her and stood up from the chair. "Adda, what is this all about?"

Suddenly, her expression turned serious. "Simple, I plan on destroying the House of La Valette." She told him. "I'm gonna trick everyone into thinking that they are conspiring in order to put my half-brother on the throne."

"Why?" Malak asked in curiosity.

Adda smiled at him again. "My father has been on talks of marriages for me, there's only one problem."

"You will lose your heritage over Temeria." Malak quickly figured out. "You want to disgrace the La Valette, so Foltest won't even consider putting his bastard son as his heir."

Adda stood up and looked at his eyes. "Exactly," She then tenderly touched his chest. "And I would deeply appreciate your help in protecting what is mine by right, and I can assure that you will be rewarded when my plan works."

Malak considers for a second. Can't really blame her for this, but doing it behind the King's back is very dangerous. But, this reward of hers seems very tempting. "What would you have me do?"

"I will travel to La Valette Castle in two days to discuss things with Aryan, he thinks that I'm gathering supporters to take my father's throne." She explained to him. "While there, I made arrangements to make it appear that my transport was attacked, then evidence that it was La Valette's doing will be planted."

"Okay." Malak replied.

"Then the spy that gave you that false lead, will come and admit that he was working for Aryan."

"How will you accomplish that? He will be executed for sure." Malak pointed out.

"I promised a very considerable amount of Oren for his family, he was quick to accept." She informed him.

"I...see" It was Malak's response. "What exactly do you need me to do."

Adda touched his face. "I need you to be my knight in shinning armor of course." She caressed his cheek. "I need you to offer yourself to rescue me from the castle and kill Aryan so he won't deny the spy's accusations."

"What makes you think that the King will even consider putting your life in my hands?" Malak asked.

Adda smirked before speaking. "Because of your reputation, Black Wolf." She spoke the nickname that he's known by. "You may not be as legendary as the White Wolf, but you're on the right path to it."

"People keep talking about this reputation, but I still don't really known what it means." Malak honestly didn't know.

"You're the son of a sterilized Witcher and a barren Sorceress, born from a Djinn wish." She mentioned the circumstances of his birth. "That's already a extraordinary start."

"Some say that my... unnatural birth, makes me an abomination." He commented to her.

"I remember hearing that your mother set someone on fire for saying that." She also commented.

"It's true." He confirmed. She did that on more than one occasion. Like when that farmer was screaming at me because I was swimming naked with his twin daughters, and my mother set his hair on fire for calling me filthy mutant. Malak remembers that event fondly.

"But, coming back to what I was saying." Adda returned to the subject. "What do you say, Black Wolf?"

"Alright," He was quick to accept.

"Good," Adda then sits on the table with her legs spread. "Don't you wanna finish what you started?" She spoke while looking at him with a predatory gaze.

Malak inhaled smoke from his pipe one more time before putting it down. Then he approached Adda and gave her a kiss, sharing the smoke with her. Both started to wrestle with their tongues inside their mouths, before Malak separated himself from her and started to descend.

He takes a good look in between her legs before taking off her undergarments. She has white hair down there. He observed before planting a kiss on her cunt.

"Ohhhh..." Adda let out a low moan, as Malak puts his tongue inside of her.


Thanks everyone for reading the first chapter of this story. (It will have elements from both the books and the games on it.)

Note: This takes place after the books and before the game.