Drops of blood occasionally fall down from the shiny surface of the blade. The viscous liquid breaks on the floor in small red rubies of spray. Lasters examines the blood-stained hieroglyphs on his short blade. The fire in the eyes gradually disappears, the look begins to give cold. On the nose, with a small hump, predatory skin folds are smoothed out. Slowly runs his tongue over the surface of the knife, leaving not a single drop of blood. Turning his head slightly to one side, he closes his eyes with pleasure, his Adam's apple twitching in a swallowing reflex. With a practiced move, Lasters tucks the dagger under his cloak into its special scabbard, the scale-like steel plates on the cloak chiming slightly, yielding to the motions of the seven hundred and fifty year old being. Underfoot lies a dead werewolf, slowly turning into a human. Blood flows from a deep wound on the neck. A little further away, Veilon reloads his pistol, the gleaming clip clattering softly into the steel assa
- In general, you correctly expressed Alud, but his blood flows in the werewolves, so we are “favorite ants”, therefore He will talk to us, and not burn us to ashes, – Duk grinned. Alud swallowed nervously. Going for advice to Volkodlak is comparable to going to the heart of a nuclear reactor.Alud felt like a man, because of the inability to use his strength and fear, penetrating him like a hundred thousand invisible needles. Suddenly, the torch illuminated a massive door of an incomprehensible appearance, the material from which the doors were sealed was impossible to determine by appearance, but the texture resembled cast iron, covered with cobwebs. Duke stopped. He stood for a moment and took a deep breath. He removes the chain from his chest, a key hangs on it, his hand directs the key into a narrow keyhole. Three turns clockwise, two in the opposite direction. The rumble of the mechanism opening the bolts, the door opens very slowly, the web breaks, the dust falls, raising smal
The ringing of the telephone receiver woke Conrod up with its ringing, he, without opening his eyes, reluctantly began to rummage through the bedside table, looking for a telephone receiver, surprisingly she was found quickly. Who the hell needs me on a Saturday morning?Hello hello, can I hear Conrod Konskin? There was a polite voice from the receiver.- Yes, it's me, I'm listening. What's happened? Who are you anyway? - Annoyed, like most people, on Saturday morning, he answered.- This is from the printing house, we have released the first batch of your book, it has already gone to the shops of the city. Your assistant asked me to tell you right away how this will happen.After a moment's pause, Conrod opened his eyes, trying to quickly disperse the thoughts that slowly crawled, not wanting to move.- Yes? Did she say so? And yes, I asked her about it myself last week, thanks, this is great news, how did you manage to release the first batch so quickly?- We break our orders into s
The cold beer was disappearing from the large glass mugs with surprising rapidity. John almost emptied his glass in one gulp, leaving some dark, frothy liquid at the bottom. Conrod is unhurried, eating freshly cooked meat. The light twilight of this small bar gave it a certain mystery and a sense of comfort. Small lamps, in the form of drops, like clusters of vines, hung from everywhere. The waiter brings another mug of unfiltered beer. The casual conversation of old friends continues. A slight ripple of intoxication ran through Conrod's head. John, too, was far away from him. He broke into a satisfied smile as he told another story. This time it was a story about a stoned taxi driver who mixed up the road and took the passenger into the forest, and then got scared and ran into the slums of trees. Whether it was true or not didn't matter. John had a very vivid way of telling such stories and, looking at his lively face, he involuntarily had to hold back a smile. At the last phrases, C
Impenetrable darkness ahead of the tunnel, enveloping the roar of the wind in your ears, diluted with the sounds of ragged breathing and the sound of feet hitting the dusty floor. Blurred veil before the eyes, sometimes changing to clear fixed images. He runs through narrow tunnels, constantly changing their direction, the maximum speed of movement, weakened by growing fatigue. He can't stop, something terrible is chasing him. Breathes into his back with a ferocious roar. A second of delay, a moment of weakness, and it would overtake him. Panic and nothing else. For a moment, the veil covered Conrod's eyes as he ran, then immediately disappeared. Everything seems to be the same, the same speed, the same wind in his ears, the same stomping on the floor, but his breath has changed to a terrifying growl, he looks ahead and sees a figure running from him, unsuccessfully trying to hide in the darkness of winding corridors. He instantly realizes that he himself is running ahead, trying to e
- Don't lasters, that despicable dog is right. According to the laws, he can throw the cry of war, my brothers and I stayed too long in our impregnable fortress. Minds were enveloped in a cloud of pride. Werewolves are now stronger and more influential. We have lost three leaders. For us, this is a very significant loss. – Alud at this time continued.- As soon as we're ready, the shadofs will let you know where the rendezvous point will be.- Be, what you want, a werewolf. From now on, it is worth stopping all attacks on each other. On neutral territory, at least kill everyone, but on the territory of another clan, no aggressive actions, the vampire hissed. Everyone shook their heads approvingly, only the undersized demons snorted in displeasure.- The question remains, where did the sorcerers get the weapons of vampires and werewolves, and even the pin of shadows. Such things are not so easy to get,” one of the dark ones asks in a suspicious voice.- This is a miscalculation of my c
Sunlight, seeping through the blinds, slowly crawls along the wall, gradually dispelling the semi-darkness of the room. Stripes of light illuminate Conrod's face, and he begins to squint, instinctively trying to bring back the darkness. After several futile attempts to get rid of discomfort, he still wakes up and opens his eyes. The light immediately blinds him, until then the relaxed pupils instantly shrink into a point. He grumbles indignantly, rolling over to the other side. Conrod didn't plan to get up so early on his day off. But the sun had a different opinion on this matter. Discontentedly wrapping himself in a blanket, Conrod howled softly and for a long time. The sounds did not stop until the air in the chest came to an end. Taking a deep breath, Conrod started over. Having moved all the blanket around himself, Conrod calmed down, curled up. Awakening was already inevitable. The brain woke up and demanded some action, while the body asked to stay still. The thought of Christi
“Sometimes you can use fragrant and intoxicating virgin blood,” the vampire says, filling his glass from the “human bottle”- Especially before the fight. Suddenly this is the last glass of blood - Lusters took several large sips. Undisguised pleasure swept across his stony face. Brook-ta-man grinned at these words.- You can't argue with such a glorious warrior like you. You know what you're talking about, no doubt about it. There were many battles where your furies and I were on the verge of eternal decay. Modern vampires are more like rich sons, they have the power of a toy, protection, impunity, but when they face a real threat, they immediately run to the elders. says Brook-ta-man. Lusters nods approvingly.- Remember the Middle Ages. The time was, of course, terrible, magical artifacts turned out to be with anyone, even a dirty peasant could kill us if a powerful artifact fell into his hands. But there was excitement, we did not hide from people according to the norms as it is n
The head is separated from the body. The guard was quiet. The werewolves quickly finished off the wounded, advancing towards the elevator. The elevator chamber went down. A guard of vampires descended from above. frantically trying to stop the bleeding. The werewolf pulled out what looked like a machete and swung at him with a slanting blow. The head is separated from the body. The guard was quiet. The werewolves quickly finished off the wounded, advancing towards the elevator. The elevator chamber went down. A guard of vampires descended from above. frantically trying to stop the bleeding. The werewolf pulled out what looked like a machete and swung at him with a slanting blow. The head is separated from the body. The guard was quiet. The werewolves quickly finished off the wounded, advancing towards the elevator. The elevator chamber went down. A guard of vampires descended from above.“We must distract them, otherwise they will kill all of our people, they won’t even have time to g
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, along the way listening to his body, whether it was healthy, Alud turne
* The legend of the werewolf apprentice.Avenum. His family lived on the tributary of the Dnieper - the Berezina, and worshiped Urgor, a werewolf. Little Nicody heard a lot about the terrible creature Urgor, who was revered by his family. Urgor is a werewolf, a black ghost. He often helped people, coming either in the form of a hare, or a bear, or a mighty tooth-Ra. Nicodia was very attracted by the picture of Urgor, which hung in their hut. A large black wolf with terrible blood-red eyes, as if winking at Nicodia from the image. But the boy did not attach any importance to this. But now twelve winters have passed since his birth, and one day he went to the forest. In the depths of the forest, the boy saw a huge wolf sitting motionless near a large pine tree. Nicody was not afraid of him, the meeting seemed natural to him. Suddenly, instead of a wolf, a hare appeared. Avenum was frightened, before him was Urgor himself. The boy fell down. When Nicodius got up, then there was no one e
The werewolf walked away from the dilapidated hall. As soon as Brook-ta-man ceased to feel the presence of the ancient, he immediately rushed to Eliza. After examining her, he saw that Eliza's spine was broken. Alud looked ruefully at the worried vampire and went to the center of the hall to see if Conrod was still alive. Conrod lay in a large pool of blood of Amon-ankh-Ptah, the body of the ancient still twitching and slowly drying up. When Alud came closer, he saw Konrod with burning eyes greedily drinking blood from a puddle. Alud stood up as if rooted to the spot. Conrod turned dark and greedily drank the ancient blood. His broken bones were set back into place before his eyes. Conrod abruptly stopped drinking and looked at Alud, his eyes glowing purple. Alud looked ruefully at the worried vampire and went to the center of the hall to see if Conrod was still alive. Conrod lay in a large pool of blood of Amon-ankh-Ptah, the body of the ancient still twitching and slowly drying up.
The most ancient werewolf stood before them in the flesh in its true form. Amon-ankh-Ptah, falling down, clamped his ears from the unpleasant sound emitted by the Volkodlak. The werewolf caught Amon-ankh-Ptah with his paw and pressed him to the floor with force, deep cracks formed around the ancient vampire. Amon-ankh-Ptah, falling down, clamped his ears from the unpleasant sound emitted by the Volkodlak. The werewolf caught Amon-ankh-Ptah with his paw and pressed him to the floor with force, deep cracks formed around the ancient vampire. Amon-ankh-Ptah, falling down, clamped his ears from the unpleasant sound emitted by the Volkodlak. The werewolf caught Amon-ankh-Ptah with his paw and pressed him to the floor with force, deep cracks formed around the ancient vampire."Your heat doesn't burn my body, you old fool!" The vampire snapped in an unpleasant voice. The werewolf turned his head to look at Malignus with interest. The heat around increased, the flame became bright blue occasio
- More guests? kill the impudent ones, two spectators are enough for us. the old man says irritably.Holding the bloody Morgenstern Ascadal in their hands, together with the Lord of the Shadows, obediently disappeared behind the forest of columns, going straight to the growing source of sound. The Ancient One watches as waves of energy pass through the woman and saturate Conrod's body, the Ancient One's eyes lit up in anticipation. Suddenly, something flew by and hit the column hard, breaking a solid piece out of it. It was Askadal, he lost his bearings and tried to get up, leaning with difficulty on his trembling hands. A figure in a dark robe looked curiously in the direction from which the ancient vampire had flown. the columns crackled and with a loud noise scattered before the intruder. Alud, unmistakably understood who it was, seeing red burning eyes approaching in the darkness. It was a werewolf. He walked, pulsing with a reddish light. In one of his paws, the Lord of the Shad
The Shadow Lord nodded and directed the energy from Eliza into the man, Eliza, as a conductor, unquestioningly carried out the mental order, and luminous rays stretched from her body straight into Conrod's body. Lord Askadal continued to mentally control the process of turning a person into a dark one. Now Conrod would not die from the blood of the ancient that got into him, but the process of rebirth could not occur if Lord Ascadal ceased to control the process. Duk sends a signal to Alud that it is now safe to attack. Now Conrod would not die from the blood of the ancient that got into him, but the process of rebirth could not occur if Lord Ascadal ceased to control the process. Duk sends a signal to Alud that it is now safe to attack. Now Conrod would not die from the blood of the ancient that got into him, but the process of rebirth could not occur if Lord Ascadal ceased to control the process. Duk sends a signal to Alud that it is now safe to attack.“Fanged, be ready, the time h
- Alud, this person, Eliza, she is dear to me, we are connected by many things and her life is dearer to me than my own existence. This amulet with a stone contains tremendous power, it is worth turning the protective mechanism and the energy of the sun will break out, such power will erase any vampire into powder, and possibly harm the oldest. - the vampire says, carefully holding out the bundle with the amulet. Alud looks at the vampire in surprise, slightly distracted from his thoughts. He had never even heard of such deadly artifacts. The werewolf bowed deeply, expressing the highest appreciation for the act of the vampire, and then tightly hugged Bruk-ta-man. After a moment, the vampire loosened his tense fingers, ready to plunge them into the body of the werewolf, and also embraced Alud in a sign of union.- Bloodsucker, now I trust you. Alud says.- Calm down furry, we still need to find people. We will kill the Lord of the Shadows and grind the intruder to dust. the vampire sa
The shadowy figure slowly entered the spacious parking lot of the vampire hive. With a slight movement of his fingers, the ancient scattered a few guards against the walls, turning their bodies into a bloody mess. Surveillance cameras fell like autumn tree leaves and smashed against the floor with a metallic creak. He approaches the elevator where Lord Askadal stood humbly with his head bowed.- Lord, I greet you, the Shadofs reported your luck. - Askadal says, with a slight tremor in his voice.- Our progress is inevitable, soon we will become even greater. Now take me to your brothers. - says the oldest authoritative voice. Lord Ascadal nodded hastily and opened the shiny elevator door. They entered the steel box. The elevator began to slowly climb up to the main hall of the elders.- My lord, I must tell you that after the plan, the protection system will work. Askadal says in an insinuating voice.- It does not matter, your primitive traps are not terrible for us - says the ancien