He saw how the faces of people were bending over him, their lips were moving, they were saying something. He also heard sounds, only his memory strangely refused to give an understanding of what they meant. Instead, only a rustling whisper sounded distinctly in the ears, mixed with wheezing, escaping from a sip that was unable to produce anything else, formed into words: Go, go forward, to food, to live meat, to prey, forward ...Footsteps, footsteps all around, very close, it seemed that you had to turn your head slightly and the source of the noise would be visible. He tried to move, the viscous weakness in which the whole body swam was instantly replaced by a cutting pain. And through the pain, other words suddenly began to break through to the ear.- …Can you hear me? Vic! Do you hear? Answer!- Is he conscious? Maybe he was stunned?- Look at your eyes, he sees us.He parted his lips with an effort, pushing the words out of his own throat was strangely difficult, his throat scrat
As a child, this forest was perceived as just a scary tale told by an old teacher...A jerk up, another jerk, the skin burns with the breath of a flame raging underfoot, the rock squeezes the fire, makes it fly up.And how could it be otherwise? When you lie under a warm blanket, in such a familiar, comfortable room, knowing that you are safe ...The crackling of the converging walls and the rustling of the crumbling earth were the only sounds available to him. Fear? It's funny - fear does not exist.And only somewhere in the depths of consciousness beats an obsessive thought that fairy tales are not always fiction. They are just different...There were no fairy tales in his life and there was no that emptiness that always accompanied the brothers. They were different.“I am grateful to you, teacher, for a life outside of magic, for understanding deprivation, for the perverted joy of feeling like a man. For getting used to the pain of loss. And I hate you. I hate it all put together.
How amazing a morning can be just from being awakened like that. Elena lay in bed for a long time, recalling his face, hands, smell and even the taste of blood on her own lips with disturbing trepidation. Thoughts in a strange way continued to beat the unfinished moment of intimacy and I didn’t want to think about anything else at all.She had already imagined exactly how this would happen. Kind and sympathetic werewolf girlfriends completely shamelessly and with all the details told about this side of married life. Elena sat with her mouth open, blushed, turned pale, and then stuttered again, clarifying some points. Both Disa and Lyubava were not at all embarrassed that they were initiating the inexperienced princess in particular the habits of some people and werewolves that the girls met on their way in a very long life.All aspects of the diversity of relationships between individuals of the opposite sex were examined in detail and with details. Poor Helena sometimes wanted to cov
For some time now, Vik began to think that walking barefoot on the roads was a completely natural activity for him. And the fact that he was wearing only pants did not bother him at all. Compared to the torn chest and shoulder, it generally seemed like some kind of trifle.Vic moved his injured arm, grimaced, looked at the silently wandering Kim.- Hey, doctor, can you heal my shoulder at least? After all, our safety depends on it. I'm worse with my left hand than my right.Kim touched him on the shoulder without answering and whispered almost inaudible incantations as he went. The Vistolet felt a rush of warmth, and the wound tingled. The skin was quickly pulled together and in place of the ruptures scars formed almost instantly. Vic hissed through his teeth, the energy tormenting his flesh too mercilessly, even if it was healing, but the speed and strength of this healing was definitely not normal. Vic twitched, shook off the mage's hand, and rubbed his healed shoulder. Stab needles
Inside the body, something irritatingly crunched and shifted quite palpably so that Vic could hardly restrain himself from screaming. A recently seen picture immediately arose before my eyes - new bone outgrowths come out of the dragon's skeleton and begin to crawl, intertwine, strengthen the backbone. But what happens to his own body?The Vistolet moved cautiously, sat up with difficulty, hoping very much that he would not begin to turn into something new right now. The skin of the back kept the feeling of icy cold, which stuck into the flesh with needles and continued to twitch with pain. He tried to look around, all he could see was a shoulder covered with countless red dots."Dragon's breath," Yarsi said, a mocking smile on his lips. “Your skin is strong, Vic, don’t worry. You were almost unharmed. Can you create such a protective zone again?- Wh-what? The voice sounded hoarse, he coughed.- Do not sleep, Vic, now there is no time to delve into yourself. Accept everything new at
With each step, a thick cloud of ash rose into the air. The smallest black particles resembled homogeneous weightless dust and were torn off from the slightest movement. Ordinary ash is not like that. And there is no such thing as fog. And the frost crystals remaining after it should not dig into the ground with spikes and harden with ugly thorns.The earth was dying, underfoot, instead of soil, a lifeless stone rang. The ash was not just an outer cover, it became a death shroud for this forest...The border of living trees moved a huge distance, edging the black, cracked wasteland. The disfigured land stretched all the way to the hills, from behind which a string of walking corpses continued to crawl out. The swaying figures, paying no attention to anything, stepped into the ashes and indifferently wandered forward.Yarsi was forced to move away from the main scene of action in order to remain under the crowns of trees. The gigantic skeleton of the dragon turned back to the dead. Sno
They sat on the ground, trembling. The girls quickly came to their senses and even smiled sadly. Mila ran her finger along the wing, nodded thoughtfully and quite like an adult.- Now you are very beautiful, Vic ...Sarsha's hand carefully lay on her head, stroking her hair with a barely noticeable movement. A moment... Vic slowly pulled away and gathered his wings behind him, nodded to Yarsi, then turned to Erto. He stared at him with wide eyes, his fingers gripping the hilt of his drawn sword so tightly that they turned white. Vic chuckled wryly and drew the thorn across his throat in a very unambiguous manner. Erto stepped back, clattering his weapon back into its scabbard.“I don’t know what kind of creature you are, but now I’m not going to find out,” he said in a hollow voice."Vic is my friend and that's enough," Yarsi said calmly. So, what else do you know about dragons? What's next?Erto raised his head to the sky. In the pale blue, a black shadow slowly glided, rising higher
“My son, a flame lives in you…. My heir!”What is the heir? The indifferent look of almost colorless eyes continued to live in my memory. Inhuman eyes! Too cold and almost dead.You only came to life when you met your mother, and then you killed her....His head was torn from an endless stream of images. Shadows, color pictures, some fragmentary memories suddenly decided to merge into a single round dance and fall on the mind. Right now, right at the moment when clear thinking was needed.Perhaps this is how they start to go crazy?I saw double, jumped from the distant cloudless sky to the deformed wasteland of the Valley, then to the forest, to the endless line of the dead, continuing to advance from Tinasa and again to the strip of mountains framing the black, ash-like earth, split by faults.A wide road ran along the edge of the Valley, dust was raised by the hooves of horses. A long file of horsemen trotted out from behind the hills, all in battle armor, well-armed, all but three