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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
Chronicles of the Wolf The wolf. Queen of the North.
Dedicated to my precious mother. Without you, there would be no me and my books. R.I.P. I will always love you, mommy. 1972-2023 *** Years pass, and the damned will come to terms with death. This death will be both bitter and sweet, because he will not be able to fight back because of his feelings. Tyranny will perish with a blow of the sword... Blood will give freedom... this hour will be remembered by all who will know about it. This hour will be cherished by all... The battle of the werewolves, which will be remembered for centuries ... The times when every cursed crown will die and the werewolves will be free ... The times when the kingdoms will be united... The times when freedom will come to the werewolves of the north, south, east and west... The times of freedom begin now... *** The first time Jordan Helx saw her, he realized that he had irrevocably fallen in love and disappeared ... Despite the red hair, this fiery girl always wore only red. She was both a lov
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... In his dream, Christophe heard gunshots, bright flags and screams… Screaming heart-rendingly, the man came to himself. Vegard hugged the blond man to him, stroking his disheveled hair. Once, while hunting in the forest, a man and a woman found a small wolf cub turned into a baby, and his mother was killed… There were three cubs, as they say, but they did not find the others. Christophe clung to Vegard with a death grip, it seems he could not calm down. — I'm sorry… Filled with drunken snot...— a thick-set man removed his long bangs from his face. An old medallion was visible under a dirty T-shirt. Christophe never took it off even when he went into the woods, managed to keep it intact and clean. No one asked, but everyone knew what was there. A strand of Maria's hair. — You didn't get caught? Where have you been at all? We almost went crazy! We've lost you, old man...— Olga puts the tray on the table by the bed.— You're definitely hungry...— — Why did you decide that?— the
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— Jordan! Die! No need to sleep!—Friedrich tapped the chair next to the sleeping Helks. — Zandtner, you're pissing me off… And you really piss me off sometimes!—Helx closed the notebook so quickly that he almost tore the page. His insanity reached such heights that he began to paint. —Jordan, you've been looking terrible lately. Let me take Erica and let's leave Espoo. You'll forget Olga if you just get distracted...— After a while, together with a friend, Jordan really forgot himself a little. Friedrich had known him almost from birth. Sipping his beer, Helks realized that his love for Olga, no, his insane obsession with Olga Karsten caused pain much more than joy. But this is not a wound that time will easily heal, it will not allow him to live in peace. He woke up in the middle of the night with a feeling of anxiety. He and Friedrich are not alone at home… *** Jaws ached-this means that animal fangs are breaking through. The wind outside is whistling loudly. Olga Karsten g
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After going through a couple of buildings and not very good-looking hotels, Olga finally found what she wanted. Fortunately, this old shopping center did not have surveillance cameras, but it had a great roof and a fire escape that could get to this very roof. After loading the rifle, the woman on the roof lay down on her stomach on the icy metal. She stared at the sight for a long time, although she saw her target perfectly without a sight. When one of the guards comes out, the woman shoots directly into the forehead of a man, a Wentworth guard she knows. These identical crooks probably brought photos of local girls to Wentworth to choose which one to bite. They did it. They always do. Olga was once among such unfortunate people. After reloading, Olga manages to take aim at these endless bookshelves as successfully as possible. That's it! No machinations, no kidnappings! She's done with it! Her fingers ached from constantly pulling the trigger, but still no one saw her. Olg
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The candles at the table smell strongly of wax. Olga felt a little strange in such an expensive dress. — It's too formal, too dry.— says the redhead.—I didn't notice you had a penchant for that.— — Yes, it seems not, it's lively and sometimes very interesting. I think you'll like it here, too, when you get used to it.—Vegard uncorks the wine.— I have never booked a table here, but I took food to work and ordered fish home. Do you think a teenager who eats a lot of raw meat doesn't catch your eye?— — I don't think so. Darling, I don't think at all.—Olga Karsten sighs.— Just a gesture of desperation. I'm sick of everything, Vegard! I will kill Wentworth at any cost.— — Well, well, well...— a dry and low voice is heard and footsteps, barely perceptible to the ear, slowly spread behind him.—Vegard, I remember you. Vegard Vertanen, creepy half-breed, cult missionary. Who else is there? My fornicating fallen wife. So we met.— The person passing behind them sits down at their table and O
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The door closed behind Jordan Helx.The guy went to the bed and collapsed on it.The legs seemed to have lost all ability to move.— This is not a prison sentence.— the door opened a crack and that pale man, Bjorn, appeared.—It's only for your own good. You don't know what you're going to be dealing with. Consider it just being under guard... Are you hungry? If you want, I'll cook something to eat. —— Will the vampire cook?—Jordan chuckled.— Hey, for me it's actually an insult!—Bjorn raised his purring voice a little.— Just because food doesn't satisfy me doesn't mean I don't need to eat. I like to sleep and eat as much as I loved it when I was a man... —It was very uncomfortable from the gaze.Jordan could feel the cold radiating inside from those eyes that seemed like snow in smoke.— And how did you become vampire? Were you born like this or were you bitten?—Jordan shuddered.He himself could not have expected that he would ask this after all.It's just that for a couple of hour
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The candles at the table smell strongly of wax. Olga felt a little strange in such an expensive dress. — It's too formal, too dry.— says the redhead.—I didn't notice you had a penchant for that.— — Yes, it seems not, it's lively and sometimes very interesting. I think you'll like it here, too, when you get used to it.—Vegard uncorks the wine.— I have never booked a table here, but I took food to work and ordered fish home. Do you think a teenager who eats a lot of raw meat doesn't catch your eye?— — I don't think so. Darling, I don't think at all.—Olga Karsten sighs.— Just a gesture of desperation. I'm sick of everything, Vegard! I will kill Wentworth at any cost.— — Well, well, well...— a dry and low voice is heard and footsteps, barely perceptible to the ear, slowly spread behind him.—Vegard, I remember you. Vegard Vertanen, creepy half-breed, cult missionary. Who else is there? My fornicating fallen wife. So we met.— The person passing behind them sits down at their table and
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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
