All Chapters of Do not awaken the Undead king: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

For a hundred gold pieces, you could rent an apartment in the best hotel of the city for six months, including meals.The man frowned, “Not stuff but the most fashionable and expensive toilettes worthy of a King and his fiancée. The money is of no importance, dear lady. I remember my father added just only one warning at the very end of his monologue. Do you want to know which one?”He looked attentively into my eyes.I had to nod.“Give him everything if you don’t want the dead to take your life...” Jeff straightened up and shook his head. “Dear lady, believe me, I don’t want to know whose descendant your friend is. It doesn’t matter to me at all!” With these words, Jeff made a meaningful bow. “I beg your pardon, it looks like the horse doctor has arrived.”He hurried out onto the street. I went after him. There, a cart with a sick horse lying in it had driven right up to the

When I opened my eyes, I saw a bottle of larnica powder on the table. I was lying on a huge soft bed, with the sunlight seeping through the white bed curtains.I felt so good I wanted to sing. Nothing ached, and the tiredness from the long walk and the night spent on brushwood in the forest had disappeared, as if it had never been.Reive was sitting in the armchai, reading a recent copy of ‘The Ihordarrine Times’, a large sheet of yellow paper folded in half and checkered with small and not quite even letters.“I’ve come to like having fits when you’re with me,” I smiled, sitting up in my bed. “I wake up rested and healthy, without any idea when I fell asleep.”“Oh, little one, you’re awake,” he threw the paper aside and sat down beside me on the bed.The bed bent under his weight and I felt a tiny spark of excitement at how close he was to me again.This time, Reive looked st

I didn’t have time to take fright. I only felt the necromancer’s strong hands hold me in his embrace. I felt the fine dizzying scent of his body, enfolding me like soft wings. I heard his heartbeat. Strong and fast.Then, all my magic receptors, if I had any, cried out of danger. I sensed the Dark very poorly. My anarel was almost empty, and I couldn’t fill it, and yet only someone completely devoid of the gift wouldn’t be able to see what was happening around us.   A dark whirlwind spun around us, and I stopped feeling the ground under my feet. I clung to the necromancer tightly, feeling my heart jump out of my throat.In response, Reive gently drew me close against him, and yet it seemed to me I felt only worse. My mouth was dry, and, somewhere beneath my stomach, a red-hot snake coiled upwards, increasing the tension.A wave of shivers ran down my spine.“Relax,” the necromancer whispered in su

How? How did we get here? The huge palace was too far out. Now, they were standing by its entrance. The high wall and the moat-bridge now lowered in welcome. The wide Arch of Blood that would only allow in guests with a noble’s insignia.Could we get in there today? Right now?I cast a nervous look at my outfit. Of course, in my dress by the best tailor of Ihordarrine, I looked good enough for anyone to take me for a high-born noble. However, for some reason, that didn’t bolster my self-assurance.“Reive, how should we prepare or dress up...”The necromancer eyed me up and down skeptically.“Looks like you aren’t naked.” Then, he examined himself the same way and added, “Me either.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes again. Then he took me by the arm, signing to the zombie to follow us, and said, “That means everything’s okay. So, my dear fiancée, I think it’s h

Reive raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding what was going on. However, when the groom walked away, she came up to him, standing on tiptoe, holding her breath. Turning his head, the necromancer’s glance fixed on the high breast peeping appetizingly from the décolleté. As if Angelina was pressing more closely against him on purpose, until her lips reached his ear. By this time, Reive was ready to go down to the depths of Twilight, if he could be there alone with Angelina. If he could tear her away from outside eyes and cover every inch of her body with kisses to die for. He was eager to kiss her soft,  smooth skin, her moist hot lips that right now touched his earlobe as if by accident. The necromancer closed his eyes and exhaled sharply, trying to concentrate and not pay attention to the feverish hammering in his temples. Angelina was trying to tell him something. “I don’t know how to ride, Reive,” she whispered. Her breath scorched him. She