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
Duk ran his finger over a small map of the world . The map was slowly but surely covered with lines, dots and dates. In the light of a green lamp standing on a wooden table, book dust gleamed in the air. Stacks of worn books covered most of the table. Duk had been sitting in the library for more than an hour. He had translated the ancient scrolls in the werewolf archive long ago. The history of people contained a lot of information, both fictional and true.Duk carefully studied the legends and myths of antiquity, analyzing them. He was interested in cases where the appearance of higher vampires were recorded, he marked them on the world map. It was useless to look for traces in the documentary chronology, the Ancient Dark Ones knew how to cover their tracks, and the time of the Middle Ages destroyed most of the knowledge about the Dark Ones. In ancient myths and belief in the gods, grains of the past have been preserved. Duk, like a sieve sifting sand, sought out the gold of truth. A
Julia looked ahead of her with an unseeing gaze. Sad look, even breathing, she seemed to freeze, thinking about what happened last night. The day was rapidly fading away, giving way to the second cycle. The body felt energized. But she paid no attention to it. Immersed in her thoughts, not noticing how her feelings took on a different form of sensitivity, more subtle and varied, sitting by Alud's bed, she gently squeezed his hand. About three hours ago his convulsions had stopped and he was sleeping peacefully. The wounds healed, leaving behind small whitish lines. The hand suddenly twitched. Julia, interrupting the course of her thoughts, carefully looked at Alud. Under thin skin, eyeballs moved. The eyelids lifted, gathering the skin into micro folds, exposing the shiny surface of the eye. A dark pupil with a burgundy cut looks ahead, a sharp look, filled with power. For a second, looking around the environment, simultaneously listening to his body, whether it was healthy, Alud turn
- All clear, my lord. Wait what is this? - Brook-ta-man tore the receiver from his ear and put it in the pocket of his cloak, the last glory did not reach the consciousness of the vampire. The elevator doors opened, and the sounds of gunshots and screams burst into the small spaces of the elevator car. Brook-ta-man dived briskly behind a pillar and carefully leaned out to look at what was happening. Guards bustled about in the parking lot, running between cars and firing back. From the side of the entrance, standing behind shelters, a group of people generously showered the defenses with a hail of bullets and shot. The lift was called from above. The vampire looked at the attackers, occasionally bullets hit them, he practically did not pay attention to injuries, they were Kalim's werewolves, he felt it from the radiation pulsing inside them. The werewolves were furious, a small armed squad tried to storm the head building of the vampires. People guarding the parking lot clearly did no
- Well, how are you? Good copy huh? says the obese man with a pleased expression on his face. He nods at the car parked near him. Nearby stands a man in a dark blue sweater. He examines the gleaming cocoa-bean-coloured car carefully. His gaze darts across the windshield, the rear-view mirrors, the seventeen-inch alloy wheels, the massive grille, the satisfied face of the interlocutor. His greasy cheeks seem about to burst and scatter fat over a shiny hood.- This is a new ZineLi-5 model, it is stuffed with electronics, how much did you pay for it? Asks a man with a sad look.“I gave enough to get around the city comfortably,” the fat man says, “you know, this office job is killing me, my cholesterol is going through the roof, I can’t walk anymore, and this car seems to be made for me, you know? I sat down in it, and fell in love, that's all I need. the man says, stroking the smooth lacquered side of the car. - Of course, I had to get into debt and take a couple of loans, but it's wort