A sharp lunge towards the enemy, the werewolf knocks down his enemy, powerful blows fall in an endless stream. Alud growls, with a flourish he plunges his claws into the sides, shoulders and chest of the enemy lying on the asphalt. There is a slight bewilderment on the face of the defeated hunter, turning into a cheeky grin, one blow to the werewolf's chest, and he flies off a good four meters.
Why so much power in this body? The werewolf thought, rubbing his sore chest. The hunter stood up, black wounds from Alud's claws gaped under the torn cloak, greenish, thick smoke came out of them, the wounds healed instantly. Steel flashed again in his hand, an alloy with silver, and Alud smelled something else unfamiliar. It was a small, slightly curved saber, reminiscent of the Egyptian khopesh *
The guard was in the form of a thick ring around the handle. The surface was covered with symbols, a vampire, in place of Alud, of course, would have examined them without any problems, but the werewolf did not concentrate on such details, it was more important for him that this blade was with silver, which means it had a real threat to life. A creaking sound came from the blade scraping the asphalt, leaving behind a deep, slightly smoking line. The smell of singed asphalt was felt by the werewolf. Quickly grouping, Alud jumped away from the hunter rushing at him, a sharp swing on a diagonal shifted to the right, slid through the flesh, smelled of singed wool. Alud howled, a trace appeared on his shoulder from the back , with scorched edges, from which blood oozed.
- Fucking creature! The werewolf cried out, without stopping, rushed to the garbage cans. He grabbed the edge of the square tank with force, the rattle of deforming iron was heard, the massive tank flew towards the hunter, a powerful animal roar accompanied the short flight of the metal creation of man. The iron box simply swept away a standing figure, a creak of iron, flying debris, a thud against the wall, cracks and pieces of the building and a booming echo, like in a cave, “the shadow pin does not even make a sound when it works.” The shiny blade lies nearby, among cans, garbage bags, half-empty beer bottles, the banana skin lay in one strip in the middle of the blade, slightly smeared on it with its rotting flesh.
- Get the damn thing! The werewolf was breathing heavily, looking askance, his shoulder ached brutally. Silver caused an allergic reaction in any werewolf when they were in animal form . Subtle ties with dark energy were broken . Such wounds healed for a long time and could kill if they damage vital organs.
“It sucks to smell your own scorched flesh. At such moments, you can think about the meaning of life. Alud chuckled. For a while nothing happened, an eternity reflected in a few seconds for the werewolf. Thick greenish smoke rose from under the tank. The trash can moved slightly. Resounding blows, the tank flew off sharply, finally losing its shape, slamming into a corner. Garbage outlined the path of the cistern. The green smoke dissipated, the Hunter stood all crumpled, his whole body was covered with lacerated wounds, the floor of his face was dissected. All these wounds instantly healed right before our eyes, leaving no trace, only the clothes suffered in places where the flesh was once torn. On the healing face, deep anger shone.
- What do you think about yourself! Do you compete with us? the hunter shouted, quickly approaching the werewolf.
Who sent you, creature? Alud screamed.
- The corpse does not need knowledge. - Sharply responded hunter. A powerful whipping blow flew to Alud's head. The werewolf dodged, going down, simultaneously striking in the side. The hunter did not react in any way, he mechanically struck like a robot, without fatigue. The werewolf knocks him down, breaks him on the knee, throws him, breaks his arms - all to no avail. For each lunge, the werewolf takes a series of hard blows. Forces gradually leave, the hunter, on the contrary, increases the pace. A powerful roundhouse kick knocks Alud into the passageway between the houses, where he hits the energy barrier of the "Pin of Shadows", the furry body collapsed into a puddle accumulated on the asphalt. The water was dyed crimson from the blood dripping from the werewolf.
- It's useless, you can't take it by force, what the hell to do? Alud thinks. The hunter turned his back, walked towards the blade lying in the garbage. Alud's thoughts swirled wildly in his head. His eyes were fixed on what was holding him back.
- Your same mother! That fucking needle should be used against him. – the werewolf rushed to the pulsating rod, grabbed it with both paws, and pulled it up. The spikes on the rod painfully dug into his palms, even through the wool it was clear how the muscles on the back swelled. The werewolf's senses dulled, and he no longer paid attention to the pain. One thought was spinning in my head, if this is not done, then you will definitely die, the realization of this stimulated a weakened body, this is called will. The wand trembled, buzzed, but slowly succumbed to the inhuman strength of the werewolf. The asphalt crumbled under Alud's feet. The hunter raised his sword, turned around, his face stained with rage at the sight he saw. He ran with his sharp blade at the ready, ready to deliver a crushing blow. The wand yielded. Sharp steel flies through the air, driven by the killer's hands. The wand is buzzing. A powerful blow falls in the direction of the werewolf's muzzle, Alud draws out his wand, substituting it across the blow at the very last moment, holding it with both paws. A sharp click announces the walls of nearby houses. This is the sound of an energy barrier leaving, and hope for survival coming. A powerful wave of a werewolf pressed into the asphalt. The hunter flew off into the wall, slightly sagging from shock, of course, not for long. The stunned Alud instantly got his bearings.. C grabbed a rod like a spear . The spikes are already hidden in the surface of the wand.
The hunter shakes his head, quickly rebuilding himself from numerous internal fractures . Looking ahead, his eyes see a werewolf standing with a wand . There is wild anger in his eyes. He sees the wand, it flies right at him, passes through the chest and gets stuck in the wall. He feels the thorns dig into him. He sees the energy in the Shadow Pin begin to work, forming a barrier.
Alud saw those eyes filled with silent malice lurking in another dimension. He collapsed like a wreck . They left him from the silt to the end. Nearby lay a hunter's blade, a small notch on the blade from a crushing blow, and traces of a rotten banana. Somewhere above, a raven screamed.
A cheap, threatening-looking knife went down his neck, leaving a red streak behind him. Blood poured over his pale skin, soaking his clothes and dripping onto the pavement. Brook-ta-man was cleaning up the traces of his presence. Now it looks like a common crime "gangster attack with the intent to rob." A watch, a thick gold chain, a purse, all thoughtfully pulled out and tucked into pockets. A deep incision on the neck will hide the marks of the predator's teeth. The vampire was satiated and gained strength. Although, unfortunately, the knowledge received from the blood was not enough. The usual stupid scumbag, the vampire did not receive anything new and moral satisfaction, except for the murder itself. He straightened up to his full height, raised his head, exhaled noisily, bared his fangs. Now he is ready for battle. He will choose the time and the most important place of the battle. The vampire turned abruptly and quickly ran towards the western part of the city.Some time later,
Alud woke up, his eye was covered with blood, his shoulder ached brutally, his back ached, his whole body felt weak and in pain, the werewolf stood up, whining and groaning. The hated piece of steel that had caused him so much suffering lay nearby. The werewolf casually took it with his left hand, after wrapping the handle with a rag lying among the garbage. With a heavy gait, he headed towards his lair.A huge building of the former metallurgical shop, a long-sold machine-tool plant, a loss-making business, a suburban area. It looks like an abandoned gray building with huge workshops and a bunch of rooms, spacious basements, communications are connected and functioning, it would never occur to anyone that there was a werewolf den. Alud, with the last of his strength, reached the territory of the plant, let out a summoning howl and lost consciousness.He woke up already in the lair, on a soft bed, neatly applied clean bandages covered the wounds. In unconsciousness, he took the form o
The fog dissipated, unable to withstand the gusts of the north wind, carrying excess moisture away from the city. The clock is 4:13. The wind, howling, squeezes into all the cracks of the city streets, playing with everything that can lift into the air, or at least ruffle. Brook-ta-man hailed a taxi, said the drop-off point, and paid immediately. Leaning back in the soft seat of the car, he watched the changing pictures outside the window. Senses are sharpened vision, hearing, perception filters work in wide ranges. He clearly felt the increased activity of the Shadowfists, they were looking for something.- Yes, I'm not the only one having a stormy night. The vampire thought. The car drove through a large puddle, dousing the doors with a rich water net. The glass was covered with small drops. The vampire contemplated the downward movement of the drops for some time. The taxi stopped at a tall building under construction. The driver looked after the late client, as soon as he heard th
Sszazzul glides like a black shadow across the city, along the walls, on the asphalt, on any surface, at the same speed. Here is an antique shop, the back entrance on the wall is quaint shadows from an old lantern. He approaches one of the shadows, runs his hand over it, the wall begins to deform, twisting into a spiral, a black hole with a diameter of half a meter is formed, Ssazzul, gets lost in this hole, it immediately disappears. A smooth wall covered with small stone, and running shadows from a lantern.A large spacious hall, streamlined, columns pierce the ceiling all around, which in turn are connected to each other on the walls by small growths and black holes, the surface is constantly changing, it changes color, sometimes becoming transparent. The light comes from the spheres, shadows are all around, shadows are scurrying everywhere. Sszazzul passes by a large arch, all entwined with crooked rods, on the sides are shadows, much larger than him, growths on their heads in the
The gaze is concentrated, the pupil narrows, the vampire feels someone else's presence. In the depths of the building, among the concrete columns and unfinished brickwork, a creature moves silently, it thinks that no one is aware of its presence. It does not know, it is itself trapped. Silent movements, a pin of shadows gleaming in his hand, the hand steps back, preparing to launch the creation of shadows at the vampire, shackle him in space and finish him off. The vampire stands silently, apparently thinking about something, an easy prey for the hunter. A powerful throw, the air whistles in the complex facets of the "pin of shadows", it rotates around its axis, accelerating its flight. Satisfaction is read in the hunter's eyes. The mission is practically accomplished. But what is it? The vampire raises his hand in the direction of the flying rod, there is a slight hum, similar to the buzz of a microphone, when you bring it to the speakers, and it starts to glow, the artifact instant
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
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