The blades in the Hunter's hands flickered with incredible speed, and the man himself moved swiftly.The wolf, with a guttural growl, bared his teeth, showing his bloody fangs and carefully watching the enemy. Stepping back a little, Jer tried not to expose his wounded side, from which blood flowed without ceasing. All Jer's movements began to slow down, because the Hunter's silver weapon is poison for the Wolf. A poison that kills slowly and painfully.The one who was now spinning his blades strove to finish off the Wolf, and the other, being careful not to run into fangs, like their comrade, who was now lying on the ground, soaking it with his own blood, crept up to Jer to deliver a fatal blow from the back. They rushed at Jeremy at the same time. If he was still able to dodge one, then the second one ... The dagger almost to the very hilt entered the other side of the Beast!With a long half-groan-half-groan, the Wolf collapsed to the ground, and the Hunter, who had thrust his dagg
- Wow-ah-ah-arrrrr!!! Cyrus roared and lunged at John.Emily, turning into a She-Wolf, rushed like a nimble fox, flitting between opponents, knocking one or the other down, or sharply attacking from behind, thereby disorienting the enemy and giving her brothers a chance to deal with the Hunters. Yes, she did not stand aside, did not huddle against trees or bushes; she, just like everyone else, attacked her enemy, the one who dared to harm her and her loved ones: John, and Jack, who initiated her in the most brazen way, deceiving her, and Jeremy, who supported her in difficult times. Yes, she helped everyone, but first of all, she helped herself and John!Oh Gods, who would have known how much she wanted to be free! How she longed for simple female happiness and a whole gang of little Wolf Cubs who looked like John! How do you want peace! And for this you need to destroy your enemies, which, in fact, she was doing now.A dash, a flight, a sweep, the enemy falls to his knees - the Wolf,
- No-no! Tears welled up from her eyes and seemed unstoppable. "Please don't do this!" I do not want!A tall man stood in front of her, but it was impossible to see what he looked like, as if some kind of impenetrable and blurry veil hid him.An authoritative and rather rough voice, with some hoarseness, resounded around the room:“Your desires do not concern me at all, escha. I decided so, so you will obey!Then, looking towards one of his warriors, he ordered:-Shackle her! A little later, she will join the other eschs in my palace.- Listen, my lord! - Stretching along the string, rapped out a warrior with dark, like a raven's wing, hair. Then he turned to the girl, holding bracelets in his hands to shackle her in them. - On your knees, escha!"Don't, please, don't!" The girl trembled with sobs as she knelt down. - Do not do that!As soon as she lowered herself, bracelets were put on her hands, shackling her wrists, and a collar made of metal unknown to the girl was closed around h
He took my hand, leaned over and kissed it. Horrible! Give me an antiseptic to treat my limb, affected by his saliva! And it also stank so strongly afterwards that not a single perfume was able to kill this terrible smell! To say that I am squeamish is to say nothing!And for the sake of this boar dinner was started? Yes, if I knew what awaits me, without a conversation I would have agreed to Svetkin's proposal to go to a party with Vadim. But instead, I now have to contemplate this scarecrow for several hours! I feel like I'm in my own personal hell!“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself: Sifushin Oleg Ignatievich, future partner and, I hope, son-in-law of your father,” this creature on fat legs squeaked.I stared at my father in complete disbelief.— Son-in-law? What the hell, son-in-law? I hissed, eyes flashing angrily.“Irina, I wanted to tell you later, but since it happened, I’ll tell you now. Oleg will become your husband.-What?! We exclaimed with one voice.I recoiled from my
I stepped into this dark matter of the portal created by the Overlord with my eyes closed, so I shuddered when the man addressed me:“Open your eyes, escha, you must realize where you are now.I didn’t feel at all how we had moved, but I didn’t want to open my tear-stained eyes either. It was bad and painful. This monster in human form killed my mother. Mom ... my mom ... my dear, only and beloved ... Tears came out in a thin stream from the corners of my eyes and rolled down my face, breaking and falling down.Stop shedding tears, it won't help you! the man said angrily. “Open your eyes, escha, otherwise you will regret that you disobeyed my order.But I couldn't, I just couldn't do it. Fear fettered my heart, preventing not only to open my eyes, but also to breathe freely. It was creepy how he said the last phrase.“Well, you yourself wished so,” the Sovereign said in a more even and, it seems, even indifferent voice.And then I felt the collar put on me began to heat up, slightly b
Incredibly beautiful fire!But, what is most interesting, when you begin to come closer to the place where the fire bowl hangs, the flame flares up stronger, illuminating the path, and as soon as you move away, it immediately almost completely extinguishes.“They have interesting lighting here,” I thought, surprised at such beautiful and bright flashes woven into the flames of fire.My thoughts were interrupted by this red-eyed snake, confidently striding ahead of me:“Well, well… Since you and I were left alone, without witnesses,” she began, without slowing down her pace and continuing to head in a direction known only to her, “I will clarify something for you. So, first of all, you are in the palace of Oera Dakhar. For you to understand better, let me explain. "Oer" means "Lord". Dakhar is his name. By addressing him "Oer Dakhar", you are referring to his status as "Lord of Dakhar". So, this is his castle, and I'm his anaya, which, as you already know, means "mistress." Secondly, O
It was not a room, but rather a medium-sized hall. Throwing my head back, I saw a high ceiling, which opened up a view of an incredibly blue, without a single cloud, sky. The sky was illuminated by the bright, almost blinding glow of two suns. Two! In the middle of this hall, like a gigantic statue that could not be grasped by hands, towered a column, decorated with some kind of reddish-violet letters, which from time to time flashed with a bright magical flame, only to fade away and immediately begin to flicker.What's the beautiful!I took a couple of steps towards this unusual column, which attracted me like a magnet. The thought flashed through my mind that now I look like a snow queen, contemplating her possessions.It was only a couple of steps to reach the column, when I was distracted by a pleasant female voice:— Hello, child.I, frightened by surprise, turned around sharply and saw in front of me a beautiful woman of about forty-nine years old. Tall, slim and graceful. Dress
“I hate your Dakhar for that. I hate and despise. And believe me, I will find a way to get back at him."That can't be," the woman said very clearly and confidently. “My son is rude and cruel, but he will never kill an innocent woman.“Tell that to my mother, who is no longer alive because of your son,” I retorted rudely, wiping my tears with my hand.Irina, I understand what you are talking about, but it cannot be true.“I will not convince you of anything, because I see that it is useless. I know what I saw and...“And it could have been a mere illusion for you to believe in her death,” she interrupted me.-Illusion?! I exclaimed angrily. - She turned into a statue of ashes, and then crumbled before my eyes, turning into a handful ...I could not finish: my throat was constricted by a spasm, and bitter tears poured out of my eyes in a new stream."I'm sorry," Soera whispered softly as she stepped closer to me. - Please, Irina, I'm sorry. If what you are telling me now is true, then