Tantario frowned and brought his hand to his chest at the base of his collarbones. William, standing next to him, saw his strange, aloof expression on his face and shuddered. Tristan told him about the deal with Telvisina. And although the good-natured young vampire was happy with such a deal, he understood that it would be extremely difficult for the spoiled lord to cope with his thirst for blood. William was even more surprised that Tantario completely abandoned her, although in the short time that he spent in his native clan, the blond managed to waste a lot of energy on various strengthening spells and Summoning magic. And now he was tormented by bloodlust.“Tristan, I’ll go and find you a suitable...hmm...instance,” William began, gathering his courage and looking confidently at his Master. “You can’t waste your Power on trifles when other vampires in the clan can do it.” They still have nothing to do.Tantario's eyes flashed mockingly.“How caring you are,” the lord remarked cau
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
The red-haired vampire's hand reached for his pants. A second - and the woman was pushed aside with an imperious palm.“You’re disturbing me,” the head of the clan remarked coldly, causing Genevieve to involuntarily shudder. The Supreme One's tone was threatening.Tristan looked at his “cubs” again. Many, meeting his gaze, hastily lowered their eyes, some smiled reverently, and there were those who looked at him with some challenge: Parvin, Bardek, Lonter and the Thordwin twins. His little trump cards, and at the same time a headache.Lonter was the only Supreme stage vampire in their clan, not counting Lord Tantario himself. A narcissistic, arrogant skeptic - that’s what could be said about him. Tristan guessed that Lonter had arrived in his lands and joined them only because he hoped to receive the title of lord - Head of the clan. But Tantario held power in a firm fist. Lonter had to be content with the place of second assistant - after William - which hardly suited the arrogant ar
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
Ilyana sat on a stone bench in the courtyard of the Inquisition castle. Her slender fingers fingered the parts of a disassembled silver flute. This instrument, the work of masterful hands, was a gift from Kyrian for her twentieth birthday. The flute turned out to be so perfect and beautiful that it won hearts without even having time to make a sound. Ilyana really loved playing it, but today the girl needed to think. She pretended to clean the flute, wiping the sparkling surface with a soft linen rag. A performance for those who followed her.This morning Ilyana went to the Pope for an audience. She asked for reports from executed people about sins and atrocities against the Light. In response, the girl received only strange excuses. They all sounded something like this: “Dear child, why should you bother your beautiful young mind with these mediocre villagers and their guilt? Leave the garbage collection to us.”And after this conversation, surveillance began on Ilyana. The girl felt
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
“Poor, poor brunette...” the knight heard the groom’s unintelligible words as he was about to enter the stable.His heart pounded loudly, echoing in his ears, and Felix stopped next to the boy, rooted to the spot. He remembered very well that now there were no other dark-haired girls in the tavern except Ira. The knight bent down and grabbed the boy by the collar.- What happened?!The groom shook his head, smiling absently.“There was a brunette with some strange red in her hair,” the guy explained. - I quietly spied on this beauty while she was stroking the bay stallion... I was just watching. There is nothing wrong with this! The brunette was wearing such a beautiful tunic. What legs she was hiding! But this brunette, with her passage through the wall... - the boy’s gaze became distracted again, and he swayed in one place.Felix shook it hastily.- What wall, damn it?! – the knight flushed. -Can you explain what happened here?- Yes, one guy came for the brunette... and she... over
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