- 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
Once-beautiful cars with chromed tires and polished bodies rot in piles of rusting metal. Iron, revered for centuries and brought to a cult in the form of edged weapons, lies in shapeless heaps of rubbish that no one needs. The old scrap yard is rippling with shades of red and reddish brown rust, a dim lantern illuminating the center of the scrap yard, giving the appearance of the presence of security, although there have been no adults here for many years. Sometimes children wander here; they are always interested in such places for games, but not at night. At the appointed hour, Baruz, on the orders of Alud, brought his fighters to the center of the dump for a joint campaign with vampires to the lair of Lycian (sorcerer people), a huge Berkhes walked nearby. A vampire squad was already waiting at the appointed place. The Furies, led by their leader, stood to attention like black statues. Veilon stood in front, immaculately dressed as always, as if he were not going on a dangerous re