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Chronicles of the Wolf 13
Olga swung the blade, turning the corner.No one.—Give me the blade, or you'll hurt someone...—Christophe said softly.— You're waving them too fast...—— No!—something on the ropes almost fell on them.Olga raised the cleaver and began stabbing nonstop with wild screams.— Hey, hey, ruined the ballast, hysterical!—Maria jumped off the sandbag.— Come down already, guys!— she called softly.— Without unnecessary sounds only, otherwise someone is not far away...—Stefan, Bjorn, Friedrich carefully jumped down the rope.— Eeeeeh... How long have you been sitting here?—Olga asked.— Well... Do you have a watch? I don't have one, so I don't know...—the vampire said, brushing herself off.— Well, it's time to look for the bastard, then into the light! As long as it's not daytime only...—***The slashing caresses of the sword stop this annoying blinking.— That's better.—Christophe smiled, glinting in the dark with the luminous eyes of a noctolope, like a cat's.— I'm shocked every time.—Mari
Chronicles of the Wolf 14
Maria felt her mother's pain.— Christophe!— she called her beloved.— Come on, let's break through there!—She was almost scared when she ran into Bjorn. The vampire was really scary now, the blond Swede had changed a lot: his eyes became a rich scarlet color, his face stretched out and turned white, like...The sword pierces Stefan's sturdy figure, blood drips on the metal.— Stefan!— Maria clears the way to her non-blood brother, cutting off heads like grass.— Stefan! Run away from here, stay away, you don't belong in a combat situation!—Stefan retreated from the battlefield so quickly that he raised violent currents of wind.It seems that air artillery came to the dogs of Wentfort - dry shots rang out from the sky.Someone nearby picked up one of the obrotni and used it as a shield.All the faces, the crowd mixed into a single being, struggling with itself.Maria, Bjorn, Friedrich, Christoph and Stefan, sitting in the thick of branches on some tree, were spectators and participant
Chronicles of the Wolf 15
Wentworth Karsten has never been afraid, maybe this is a bad quality. Or maybe not, because he has practically no equal in battle.Every day Rodi is getting worse and worse, he is getting worse and worse.— It's bleeding again.—Wentworth said, examining his friend's handkerchief.— Come on. Not for the first time and not for the last. I'll be fine, I'll be fine very soon...—They pass through five villages, he often notices that Rodi does not sleep even sometimes for weeks. The pain keeps him awake.— So why did they call you "king", those people from the forest? And you killed them?— one morning, Wentworth was bombarding a man with questions in an old barn where they were allowed to spend the night for a couple of coins.— Maybe you can help me with polishing first? There are a lot of things to do, and we will soon be driven out of here...— the breath breaks into a quiet cough.— Come on.— Wentfort takes out of the bag what Rody has been sitting with for so long in the morning.The c
Chronicles of the Wolf 16
An attack of pain rolled over Victor when they were approaching a small fortress.— Quiet, baby, quiet...— Rody hugged the guy.— Wentfort, ring the bell quickly, they will unlock the gate! —— What do you need?— hearing the ringing, a man appeared on the wall.— We're taking the king! Open up!— Rody held up Victor's hand with a crown.The gates began to slowly diverge in different directions.— From time to time you will have to do something obscene.—Wentworth said in Victor's ear.—I know a lot of things you're going to learn...—— Have you not been fed, sir?—The old man who came out asked Victor.Victor stared at him uncomprehendingly, and Rody answered for him:— We waited for everything to be as usual ...—***— Will the meal be raw meat?—Victor asked, puzzled.Rody put some kind of amulet on his neck and placed the dish in front of the king. The crown was already resting on the black hair.— Now taste the non-human food...—Victor's teeth bite like a trap, the smell of iron, so st
Chronicles of the Wolf 17
Wentworth Karsten ran up the stairs so fast that he was surprised afterwards how his tired legs beat such a fraction on the stone steps.He was looking for this girl, asking almost everyone about this Velliana.— That's where the servants live. Most likely, she is still there, if the king did not execute the traitor's bride!—one of the guards said.The old door creaks open.— What do you need?— the knife thrust forward almost buries itself in the chest.— Now you've come to kill me...—— I didn't mean it, Velliana... Believe me, I didn't want to...— Karsten speaks softly and hollowly.It was as if the life had been taken out of his voice.— Yes, yes, how can I not believe the chief royal adviser!— the girl said with a growl.— Go away. Go away or I'll kill myself!—She put the blade of the knife to her throat.— I'll leave. Just tell me: why did Rodi want to kill the king?—Wentworth asked quietly.— The King has lost his mind. He wants to subdue everyone and destroy everything, absolute
Chronicles of the Wolf 18
One day, Jerry suddenly just disappears.Olga's patience only looks royal from the outside.When she feels unwell again and the sticks stop, the thought begins to beat inside: it's time! It's time to leave this nightmare!Olga comes in the morning and pushes aside the closet in the chambers that she chose for Vegard.The dark and nondescript chambers that Wentworth once chose for himself...— Take a torch, don't leave me anywhere!—Olga says to Vegard and presses her lips to his... You're the only one I love in this world...—They are running down the corridor, holding torches in their hands. Strange, but for some reason there were no sounds here.— Hurry up!— they're turning into the basement.— Christophe!—Olga calls.— You're free now!—After hitting the hammer a couple of times, Olga knocks down the dungeon door.— You...—Christophe slowly stepped into the lighted area.—You're the only one who believed me...—— I have a feeling that you are important to my life...—Olga replied.— Com
Chronicles of the Wolf 19
Staggering, Wentworth collapses into the second residence. Apparently, he was overtaken by a blow on his nerves...— Drink...— the blood witch hands him a bottle.— Drink and you will become strong again!—Wentworth pours the potion into his mouth, preferring not to even think about what it's made of.— The witch! Have you been treated to blood yet?— the king asks, grimacing from the most terrible taste.— Don't drink anything before the moon appears! Otherwise it could kill you! One,—a bony finger sticks into his chest.— and your heart will burst in a moment...—Wentworth went out. He didn't want to continue the conversation with the old woman, she is much nastier than all the potions she prepared.The heat came up, but it was already like that.The breeze of the world-conquering winter breathed pleasantly on the red face.Once crookedly cut hair, Wentfort cuts it with such care and so smoothly, as if trying to surpass all perfection.To calm himself down a little, the king slowly went
Chronicles of the Wolf 20
The buses did not take long to wait.People arrived at night, or rather, wolves, obedient, zombified wolves, ideal for sending them to kill someone...— Is everyone here?—Wentworth closed the notebook and put it in the safe.Sometimes he memorized by ear, and sometimes copied from the books of the bloody witch, transferring information with a camera.He often has a sharp knife in his mind the thought that everyone will be killed someday ...Kara asked him off and went to the supermarket for groceries.Of all his servants, she was the only one who knew Finnish more or less tolerably well.Putting a knitted hat on her fiery red hair, the girl picked up the same gray, mouse-colored down jacket.With the constant absence of at least a small fraction of cosmetics, she has now become a gray mouse in general.When walking, my back was already very sore.Kara tried her best to hide her own belly.She knew that the king... her king... Wentworth...He would never look at anyone like that Spanis