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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
Chronicles of the Wolf The wolf. The hunt.
Caught a tribe of vampires. And the tribe is small, but they were talking about Bjorn...they and Wentworth were united by hatred, a burning hatred for the white vampire.— I will let you live and you will even be subjects of the north if you tell me anything about the weak points of such an indestructible bloodsucker as Bjorn!— the air rustled inside.As if it were not air, but fire, hellfire roars in the heart of Wentfort.— What other weaknesses? He's inflexible. He has no weak points.— said one of the gang.— I see. The conversation is over.—Wentworth said calmly.The gun is always in constant dangerous proximity and there is enough silver.Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot.Karsten calmly watches the ashes being swept away.***An awful lot of time had passed, so much, so much...even a couple of seconds seemed like an eternity for the northern king of Wentfort Karsten, the mad king.Olga thought she had killed him!Branches slash across the face, leaving even bloody streaks like the
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A glass of poison completed this era as well.Fortunately, she was longer and happier than Marion's madness. Bloody Queen Marion...there were no battles in those days...No one thought when the crown would find the next poor guy.David Doyle... Oh, how many people felt sorry for this guy!The Crown chose one of the councilor's children. The youngest, a fifteen-year-old sinless angel.David Doyle... Ah, poor, unhappy, beautiful David Doyle!No one has ever seen a more beautiful young man. White, like snow, eyes of incredible beauty, blue and beautiful, like the boundless sky itself or the water surface.His portraits and self-portraits are still kept in the castle. The world has never seen such extraordinary beauty before...— Why do you think it's necessary to attack the midnighters? Ghouls and vampires just drink from animals, they do not harm anyone!— the guy said softly to his uncle. His uncle helped him, although many were against him.John wasn't exactly angry...he wanted power
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Olga kicked out another door. Now it's just her, Callum, Vegard, Christophe, Maria, Stefan and just four werewolves. Of the twenty that got in. Many died, and more were lost. Ten more outside. — We need to go back and open the door where Bjorn disappeared!—Maria said suddenly. — I have a very unpleasant feeling...— Callum came back with a very large hook removed from the window. — Just in case...— he said, kicking down the door. There was an absolute emptiness behind the door. Somewhere very far away, the sound of water could be heard. Maria shuddered. — Bjorn! Where are you?!— she shouted in Swedish when she felt her nerves begin to strain. There is no answer. — Bjoorn!—Stefan called his father.— Dad...— — Let's go down.—Callum decided. Everyone grabbed the rope and one by one began to go down there. Long corridors of stone filled with knee-deep water. Or is it... Vegard's shoe has sunk deeply into the muddy muck. — It's blood...— he said softly. — Let's go on, we n
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— Kill Wentworth... The future with old fairy tales...—Maria looked out the window.—So where did you meet him? And how many times are we going to kill him?—— Over there, I think...—Christophe pointed.— I was already almost unconscious... But this is it. That place. I am that place. I'm sure of it.—Janssen stopped the car.— Are we going to take the trail now?—There was silence.And this silence was broken by Bjorn's laughter:— How funny you are! But yes, we will take the trail. All together...—Christophe snorted.The fact that he got used to all the oddities of a vampire as white as snow does not mean that he is no longer infuriated by these oddities...***Bjorn was using his power again, and Christophe was sniffing every blade of grass.Fortunately, there weren't many people here...if there were more, someone would have called a special type of hospital long ago and asked if they had lost patients...— Found his smell!— Christophe raises his voice, but not much - after all, he is
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Stefan went outside.He really didn't want to stay in four walls, even in such beautiful ones ...Especially since Stefan is very good at running, despite the fact that he recently plumped up ...There was a forest everywhere, a very beautiful northern forest.The nature of Sweden has always been very much loved by Stefan's heart.The guy, walking among the trees, for some reason remembered the Second World War.— ... I'll check if the path is clear and only then I'll call you!— says the father.Wearing a black cape that was the same color as the ground, Bjorn quickly leaves.— Dad, no!— throwing open the door, Stefan runs out of the bunker.— I know you're leaving! The bunker is a safe place, why do we need to leave?—An explosion burns my back, and a bullet enters his chest ...... When the tree was all in bloody tears, Stefan came to his senses.— Hello, son of the snow ghost... Are you the only one here?— a man was sitting behind a big oak tree sharpening a sword.—You don't know me
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— Where should I do this?—Maria asked.— Best of all, let's go down into the forest. You can't do it in a room. My remains at home are already out of hand bad, I don't want to lose the remaining home.—Michael leaned against the wall.— Let the kitten stay at home too.—— All right. Mom, take the case and let's go!The vampire waved her hand.The air was compressed and clumped so that it was painful to breathe.The decisive moment of getting rid of the burden has come.The forest belt was small, but it smelled of that primordial spirit of nature.Taking the crown out of the briefcase, Maria put it on the ground.— What to do?—the vampire asked.— Hit the crown with the sword with all your might, what else?—Michael sighed.— You'll feel it if it works.—Maria materialized the sword. For some reason, it was very heavy now.— Michael, can I try it on for now?—the vampire asked. She felt like a fish stranded on dry land when she realized that it was hard for her.Before that, she could lift a
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Mathias was tearing something red with his teeth and claws in the room where Maria, Christoph and Bjorn were sleeping.— Well, well...— Bjorn, sitting down in the coffin, pulled the cat to him and selected an improvised toy.—.. It's bad... This is very bad!—Putting Mathias on a chair, Bjorn rushed down the corridor.— Liv!— he calls loudly.— Olivia! Olga!—When he turned the corner, the claws pierced his back.The ancient vampire fell to the floor and lost consciousness for a while more from fear than from pain.In front of him was a huge white wolf.The wound on his back burned very badly, but now the pain has subsided and Bjorn jumped up, pulling a pistol from his belt.The first shot missed its target, but the second one scratched a giant paw.— Who are you?— Bjorn pinned the wolf to the floor with his weight and blocked the paws.—I'm not going to tell that to an ice demon!—The werewolf growled angrily, remaining in animal form.— If you don't want to talk, I think it's not worth
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Maria knocked off several stones with a sword.The smell of burning earth spread throughout the bunker.— And how long will I beat stones and pieces of earth in different directions?—she asked.— I'm starting to get tired of training.——Even vampires can get tired...— either asked, or Michael confirmed.— No, it pisses me off...—the vampire sighed.— I thought it would be interesting...—-— This is interesting and should not be. —Sometimes I really think that your mother would be a better fit...Gustavsson said thoughtfully.— Well, no!After swiping her sword across the grindstone, Maria jumped up and hit the training dummy.The plastic was engulfed in flames.— Wow...—Gustavsson whistled.—That's what I've always expected from you... What happened before...—The albino pressed a button into the panel and the dummies floated along the long winding rails.***Training gets more and more tiring every day.Maria barely reached the coffin.— Will you cover me with ice when you get up?— she mu
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At night the sword came to life. The signs flashed on Maria's hand. The girl screamed from the wild pain that pierced her body. — Maria!— Bjorn woke Christoph up and jumped up himself. — Danger at the window.— the vampire said hoarsely in a voice not her own. Thrusting her sword forward, Maria moved the curtain with the blade of her sword. This creature resembled a dwarf smeared in tar. Maria pointed her sword at this creature and immediately the lightning burned it to ashes. —Who was it?—Christophe asked his beloved. —They came here for the sword...—The vampire said softly.—I just know that...— The cloaked figure standing outside the window waved to them and disappeared. — Gustavsson...—Marie said softly.— Is it really true... Is he really here? — Is Michael Gustavsson that albino?—Christophe asked. — Maybe.... Yes, yes, he is!— *** In the morning the phone rang. — Did you give someone a number?—Bjorn asked. — No...— Maria pressed "accept the call". It's not known wh
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Olga did not take her eyes off the ancient map, which she had obtained with great difficulty.— No, not here...— the wolf suddenly steps back.— Turn around! We took a wrong turn! —— Okay.—Vegard looks over his wife's shoulder.— I saw the same bush made of stone, we just need to go down the hill.—— So let's go.—Pebbles are falling from under your feet, threatening to fall.Olga runs along the embankment, putting the map in her belt bag.All she can think about is that sword.It's kind of stupid to be so sure of a miracle, but if you don't believe, then what remains? What?— Here!—Vegard grabs his wife by the shoulder.— This bush! We need to get there!—Olga stumbles over one of the stones.A short pain is even unsettling for a second.The blood from the broken knee soars up in droplets.— This is it!—Olga caught her blood with her fingers. The droplets smeared like commas.— It was said on the map that everything that should fall rises...—Bjorn tried to throw the water out of the bot
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Someone got attached to them at Stockholm airport. The whole company felt the gaze on them very clearly. Sometimes the guys even heard footsteps, but Olga tried to convince herself that it just seemed to them and there were no steps. — It's cool in here...—Maria said softly.— And it's very good that there is no sun here...— — Is it cool?? Ha! Yes, you have not seen the coolness, my hot!— Christophe refueled with beer and already stopped thinking a little, he was enveloped in a state of drunken drowsiness.— How tired I am of America! —— Tired is not the right word yet... Running from huge helicopters shooting at you is worse than boring... Not just tired...—Olga said softly.— Operation Hunting was a real hell...—— The weather will be much better in hell!—Vegard chuckled.— It's not often that nature takes offense at people there, although it hurts, yes...—— Father, when have you been to hell?—Maria froze. The ice cubes in the coke glass clattered loudly like crystal glasses.— Yes
