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
7:30 am the familiar sound of a beeping alarm clock. This irritating factor that awakens the brain, forcing you to get up, wash your face half asleep, brush your teeth, put on a fresh shirt. Everything is automatic, everything is done unconsciously, it is a habit. Only twenty minutes later, when the brain finally works, driven by caffeine, it will begin to think.- Oh, well, how can you get enough sleep, again these dreams, again I write until five in the morning. It's good that tomorrow is a day off. I will add a couple of pages, correct it and I will already launch it in circulation, finally all these sleepless nights will benefit. He was sitting at the kitchen table in his three-room apartment on the top floor of a twenty-story apartment building. An ironed white shirt, the top button unbuttoned, a black blue-striped tie hanging loosely around his neck. Black pants blend in with black socks. A middle-aged man, no longer young, but far from old age. Her dark hair is neatly coiffed,
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
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