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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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— Done!—Christophe clapped his hands to be noticed.— Well done.— Olga looked under the hood, inspecting the new engine, as if criticizing a picture.— Well, that's right, I tried. And now I will listen to my priceless bloodsucker even more often, because the engine is really great!—Jansen sighed.— That's what there is only one nuance: there is almost no gasoline. And I don't carry fuel in my pockets. Something needs to be done.—— There is no sunlight outside? If not, I can go out and quickly check all the tanks. I'm many seconds faster than the others. Running is my main strength among the few.—Stefan tugged at the laces on his hood.— Go, there is no sun, it's night outside. —Stefan quickly flew out of hiding, raising the wind.From the outside, it seemed that this was more the work of some phenomenal hurricane than an eternally young boy with snow-white hair.— What are you looking at like that? I'm already here!—Stefan slapped Christophe and Maria on the shoulders from behind.T