“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
Don't worry, we won't hurt you. We came to tell you about us for a reason, you are not an ordinary person, you can say unique. - Duk chatters. As a sign of good intentions, the werewolf takes a bottle of whiskey and pours a portion of factory moonshine into a clean glass. Approaches Conrod and holds out a glass. The werewolf treats you to whiskey, that doesn't happen every day. Conrod takes the glass and sips it in large gulps. Julia goes to the bar and curls up comfortably there. Conrod recovers a little from the shock. He sits down on the couch, nervously twirling his glass of whiskey.- So wait, wait, what is it, everything I wrote comes true, do you materialize like someone else? Conrod asks in an agitated voice, stuttering slightly. The desire to find answers to questions overcame fear and surprise. Dook smiles slightly.- Oh no, that you are my friend, we exist independently of your mind, we and other dark creatures have been living in this world since time immemorial. Everythin
Brook-tam-an walked the streets of the city all on pins and needles, in time the attack, invented by him together with Alud, should have already begun. After the antics of Veilon, the vampire was extremely offended and the blood did not climb into the throat. For several hours he had just wandered aimlessly around the city, of course not entering foreign territories, now it was extremely dangerous despite the agreements reached. Unexpectedly, Brook-ta-man remembered Elise, the soothsayer, who had saved his life many times with her advice.- I need to visit her, anyway, I go and do nothing. Brook-ta-man thought with annoyance. The fortune teller's apartment was just a couple of blocks away, for a vampire it's like opening the door to the next room. Bruk-ta-man, as usual, easily and naturally enters the apartment. Elisa sits in front of the TV and knits a necklace from many parts, writing is visible on the details.I hope I didn't disturb you? The vampire asks politely, bowing elegantly
Brook-ta-man carefully examines Eliza, unconscious in his arms. The skin turned white, the heart barely beats, gradually the skin begins to fill with blush and becomes warm. Eliza slowly opens her eyes, her whole appearance speaks of wild fatigue inside. She looked at the vampire with a tormented look.- I saw the death of several magicians, but many are still alive, I saw everything in the fog, something terrible happened there, a lot of blood, I could only hear the word prisoners and the basement. - says Eliza, every next word sounds quieter and quieter she is exhausted. Looking beyond the worlds is not an easy task even for a true person, the unprepared can simply go crazy or die. Brook-ta-man pursed his lips in annoyance.- If there was a mess and there are surviving magicians, then the dark ones are dead. She said prisoners. I hope one of the vampires is captured. Then there is hope for their salvation. Brook-ta-man thinks. With a slight movement, he lifts Eliza and carries her i
- What the hell are you doing to me? Stop it right now, damn it! Baruz yelled. The figure, tightly wrapped in a robe, turned its head towards the werewolf.- As you command the owner! - obviously mocking the figure says all the same vile voice. The werewolf immediately falls onto the straw, gaining control of his body. In a fraction of a second, a powerful attack from Lasters falls upon him, the look of the vampire just like a minute ago at Baruz is full of bewilderment. Now the vampire is throwing the werewolf away, Baruz is trying to fight back, but the vampire's attacks under the influence of an unknown force are so strong that the werewolf, even blocking the blow, flies into the wall with a crash, hitting it.- Enough! - the figure says in a terrible voice. His posture is improving again. The exhausted captives fall on the cold floor of their dungeon, almost losing consciousness from exhaustion.- My time is eternity, I will torment you every morning, one way or another you will t
Yes, they are purebreds. Descendants of the most ancient people, we call them true. There are very few of them, and as a rule, pure blood always carries some kind of gift. Witch shamans, telepaths, psychics - as a rule, representatives of the true kind. Many of these people are not even aware of their gift. Your gift Conrod I generally meet for the first time in history. Maybe once upon a time there were people like you with the gift of foresight of the dark world, but now you are the only person we know. The dark ones don't really like true people. They see you as a danger. I remember there was one man, a zealous Catholic. During the time of the Inquisition, he also had an unusual gift, in a moment of great anger, he was able to release a light of unprecedented power from his body. He single-handedly burned down several vampire hives after learning that they nestled right under his church in a network of caves. And then believing that he was some kind of saint there with a mass to ex
A gentle breeze blew lazily through the leaves, gently swaying the branches of the trees. Moonlight occasionally made its way from a dense mass of clouds, illuminating the crowns of trees and barely noticeable silhouettes walking in the forest. The dark ones began their gathering in the appointed places. Each clan provided its fighters. But the bulk were vampires led by the elder Seth and werewolves led by Alud. A huge mass of dark creatures silently moved towards the house of sorcerers. On a small edge there are two tents. Two pairs of young people are frying sausages by the fire. Quiet music comes from the receiver from the tent. The night turned out to be cold and the girls clung to the young guys to keep warm. The warmth of the fire was pleasantly warm on the skin.- Well, it's almost ready, I'm telling you grilled sausages in the fresh air - it's something, - one of the guys says, turning over a massive grill grate. The sausages immediately hissed from the heat with renewed vigor
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