All Chapters of The Vampire King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Felix and Ira, in the best of spirits, continued their journey along the wide, well-worn road towards Marbelina. They often dismounted and walked, leading the Hawk in order to stretch their tired muscles. Despite the fact that Ira did not remember anything about her past life, Felix suspected that she was a person of noble birth. The knight saw this in her graceful manner of moving, her high knowledge of the language (although sometimes she swore so that the young man blushed to the tips of his ears) and excellent horsemanship. The girl sat on a huge stallion like a cast, caring for him with skill and great pleasure.The well-educated knight could not always fully support the topics chosen by Ira, which the girl considered ordinary and simple. The brunette continually pulled out some kind of knowledge from the depths of her memory - most often spontaneous and varied - without understanding exactly where it came from. Thus, Felix learned that the branches on the southern part of the tr

Alika inhaled air through her nose, trying to calm her heart fluttering in her chest. The matter, as it turned out, really was not in his power as the Overlord. The Lord simply knew how to make people fall in love with him. The vampire took the half-empty glass from his hands and nervously drained it to the bottom. Languid, blue eyes looked at her without stopping. Alika threw her glass aside, raising her face to Tantario's face.“You’re a bastard,” the girl said curtly and kissed him.Her thoughts immediately flew away.Ira quickly made her way through the thicket. Her friend's eloquent scolding amused her. Now she will know how to laugh at her! The girl stayed close to the knight, provoking him to climb into the thorniest bushes, and then disappeared into the darkness.- Okay, that's enough! I give up! - Felix wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned against a tree to catch his breath. He had no more strength. Ira waited a little. Seeing that her offender was truly exhausted, sh

Ira didn’t feel comfortable taking up the seller’s time, knowing that she couldn’t afford the item she wanted. And yet she could not resist asking:- And what does it say? – the girl asked, running her fingers over the voluminous embroidery.- Oh, this is an ancient Savilian text. They say it protects against evil spirits.Ira, again admiring the wonderful work of tailoring, with difficulty took her eyes off the tunic and looked into the eyes of the seller. Biting her lip, she hesitated in place, but still asked:- How much does it cost?“For your beautiful eyes,” the seller waved his hands, “I’ll give it for one silver.” And I’ll sell riding leggings for the same amount.Ira beamed.- Is it true? Then I'll take it! – the girl fished out coins from her inner pocket and gave them to the seller.- Thank you! Thank you and goodbye! – the brunette gave the seller the most sincere and heartfelt smile and walked away, clutching a bundle of new clothes to her chest with happiness.Ira return

In her youth, Verinia was a witch not very gifted with either witchcraft abilities or attractive appearance: fair-haired, plump, with a round, forgettable face. It is only in fairy tales that witches are exceptionally beautiful with jet-black or fiery red hair, but in life they may be no different from ordinary women. After all, a witch who is difficult to identify will live a long and quiet life.True, Verinia’s life could hardly be called calm. Especially when the Inquisition came into its own. She scoured everywhere, giving no rest to either witches or sorcerers. Even the vampires have subsided, watching from their hidden clan estates as the inquisitors prosper. Ordinary people either idolized the Inquisition or feared it to the point of trembling, but they were united in one thing - in their hatred of representatives of the dark forces.And from then on, things went extremely badly for Verinia: her shop, where the woman sold her love and healing potions, closed, people started poi

The place turned out to be incredibly beautiful.- Maybe we should settle here? – Ira asked herself.Because of the sound of her voice, the girl did not hear a suspicious crunch. A low growl caught her attention too late. As Ira turned towards danger, large fangs clicked in her face. Closing her eyes, she recoiled, falling to the ground and expecting an attack.But nothing happened.Opening her eyes, Ira saw in front of her a muscular, golden-wheat side, dotted with black spots. The tall, graceful jaguar flattened his ears and a threatening hiss came from his throat. The wolf stood nearby, shaking his head, greenish-scarlet blood dripping from deep scratches onto the grass. The creature spread its paws wider for a comfortable position, and again rushed to the attack. Ira watched in amazement as the wild cat came to her defense. The jaguar took off in a graceful leap and knocked down the wolf, gnawing its powerful jaws into the defenseless throat of the enemy.The creature squealed as