Yulia was rummaging through a mountain of dusty books. Flipping through the pages quickly, she looked for even the slightest clues leading to the blade. A large room filled with shelving full of books. Werewolves ran through the book labyrinths, looking for the information they needed. She carefully scanned page after page, glancing occasionally at the blade on the table. She was in the form of a human, but she still had a slight smell of silver that irritated her. She was approached by a man who looked to be in his sixties, wearing round glasses and stooping slightly. His hair, sloppily folded into a bun, was fastened at the back with a small black ribbon, with a red ornament. Gray hair, thickly covered, changing its color from dark gray to whitish. Here and there strands of dark brown hair showed through. The whole face was covered with wrinkles. At the corners of the eyes, the folds stood out brightly, on the general background of the skin of the face. Through the round glasses, t
- I'll be training new recruits in the basements. - said Baruz, leaving the archive. The door slammed shut. The librarian, after standing for a while, took an armful of books and sat down at the computer. Without looking at the monitor, he quickly tapped on the keys. The noise of the cooler, the flickering of the monitor, such simple things, so quickly fit into the usual life. Modern technology, surrounded by old books. The present interacts with the past, seeking to avoid mistakes.“I’ll run into the Central Library to see people today, I need to find out something. The librarian thought, not looking up from the monitor.Julia looked at the sleeping Alud. She sat timidly on the edge of the bed, afraid to disturb the wounded man. Her light beige dress pressed into the soft bed, creating clear folds at the hips, smoothly turning into a thin waist. Her crossed legs in black shoes were hidden under the fabric of the dress, just above the knees. Dark, shiny hair, like a monk's hood, fell
Rapid breathing, sweat on forehead, clenched teeth, blood streaming from the bloody stump once called the wrist joint. For the first time he sees blood, his own blood, there is no habitual greenish smoke that instantly heals the flesh, there is only a new feeling, previously unknown. Pain is a new feeling coming through the nerve connections to the brain, the brain generates a feeling of pain. New and new tides of nerve cells obediently transmit, determining the location of pain.“You will tell me everything. The predatory smile never left Brook-ta-man's face.- I know how to hurt, I'll tell you a secret, you can cut off your hand, and it will hurt you, really hurt. But, unfortunately, the cells of your hand, all these muscle connections, all the nerves, all the sensitivity will be lost. I prefer to savor the moment. The hunter resisted furiously, horror flickering in his eyes. He had seen such horror many times, but in the eyes of his victims.- Do not twitch, the vampire's knee pres
7:30 am the familiar sound of a beeping alarm clock. This irritating factor that awakens the brain, forcing you to get up, wash your face half asleep, brush your teeth, put on a fresh shirt. Everything is automatic, everything is done unconsciously, it is a habit. Only twenty minutes later, when the brain finally works, driven by caffeine, it will begin to think.- Oh, well, how can you get enough sleep, again these dreams, again I write until five in the morning. It's good that tomorrow is a day off. I will add a couple of pages, correct it and I will already launch it in circulation, finally all these sleepless nights will benefit. He was sitting at the kitchen table in his three-room apartment on the top floor of a twenty-story apartment building. An ironed white shirt, the top button unbuttoned, a black blue-striped tie hanging loosely around his neck. Black pants blend in with black socks. A middle-aged man, no longer young, but far from old age. Her dark hair is neatly coiffed,
In the middle of the hall, a pin of shadows was planned, behind it the spear of the werewolves fell with a clang to the carved floor. Brook-ta-man lowered his hand, the ring on his finger stopped buzzing. The elders fixed their eyes on the center of the room. The inhuman faces of the elders were distorted by a wave of disgust. "Tears of Eleanor" could not contain the strength of the elders, but pretty much lowered it.- Why did you bring us this disgusting thing, this creation of despicable werewolves? And what is this thing of shadows doing here? asks one of the circle of five.“I will tell you what happened tonight. You , as always , were not mistaken, uninvited guests came to the city. I accidentally managed to find out who it is.- And who is it? The old man asked in a hissing voice.- Dirty mercenary force, white-faced hunters. Surprised murmurs swept through the vaults of the room. Brook-ta-man continued.- I found out that an attack was being prepared on me, so I had to secure
Baruz stood in a large basement equipped with a huge training room. There were bulky exercise machines around, Werewolves were engaged in diligent training. Baruz showed the young werewolves how to hit the sand pears. The older werewolves trained on thick logs driven into the ceiling with chains. Loud bangs rang out in the room. The huge werewolf was throwing punches into the steel barrel with a flourish. The boys looked up from their classes, admiringly watching this spectacle.“Revered Baruz, why aren’t we allowed to train in beast form?” She is stronger and faster. one of the recruits asks.- You are right, young man, but until you prepare your spirit and human body, you will not be able to cope with yourself, you will become a wild unbridled beast.“But why should we train as humans, we are stronger in beast form. - The teenager did not let up.Baruz frowned, looked at the werewolf crushing the metal, then turned back to the teenagers.- You're wrong, knowledge and experience is m
The wind, from time to time, carried the smell of enemies more and more, from which thin red threads around the pupils flashed brighter in the eyes of the werewolves. with concave sides and served more for beauty than protection. Berhes put a threatening weapon with two barrels on his shoulder and stepped heavily on the concrete floor. The wind, from time to time, carried the smell of enemies more and more, from which thin red threads around the pupils flashed brighter in the eyes of the werewolves.Sensitive ears caught swarming around the corner, and a quiet squeal. Cautiously advancing towards the sounds, they saw a body squatting, tightly clutching a kicking dog in its arms. The young vampire greedily sucked the blood from the animal. Bloody madness swept over him, lowering his mind, he became a monster, thirsting only to satisfy his hunger. Baruz nodded in the direction of the crouching vampire, Berhes slowly walked towards him. He approached point-blank from the back to the vamp
He looked at his watch, the small black hand points to three, the big one to thirty.- Why do I look at the clock? I already know perfectly well that it's half past four now, oh, these habits. Joints crunched. Conrod finished all his work at work, he wrote three articles when his other colleagues did not even finish one. I gave my book to circulation, they promised to do it very quickly, we'll see. Conrod packed a laptop into a bag, turned off the working computer, immediately cutting off the power to the surge protector. At the exit, the taxi he called half an hour ago was already waiting for him."To the central library," he said to the Arab at the wheel. The driver nodded. The car moved off.“ Go across the bridge, there’s a traffic jam at the bottom,” Conrod says.- Chito you chito you, I just came there. Tama is clean. It's longer on the bridge.Don't argue over the bridge.- Harasho, harasho. The yellow taxi drove onto the bridge. Driving over the road, the taxi driver saw a lyi