Felix, in full battle garb, sat astride his trusty war stallion. The hawk danced impatiently on the spot, sensing the imminent arrival of the battle. The paladin held the reins tightly in his hands, restraining his horse, and from time to time he glanced with admiration at the rider nearby. It was the king of Ligiria - Edwin himself. It never would have occurred to Felix that he would lead an entire army, especially on a par with the ruler! The young man swallowed - on the eve of such a significant battle he was noticeably nervous. The king turned his head to the hero of Kermalan and patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. Edwin inspired respect and admiration with just his appearance: a tall, strong man of about forty with piercing light brown eyes and a shock of dark brown hair. A neat beard made him look more impressive and menacing, but small wrinkles around his eyes indicated that that this person knows how to sincerely smile and enjoy life. From the very first meeting, Edwin f
The chosen one picked up the hem of her chic dress and looked out the door. The girl's heart trembled in her chest with excitement - very soon she would be free and meet Tristan! A mixture of fear and shame overwhelmed the Chosen One. How can she tell her beloved that the king's spawn is wearing? How can she survive this moment? This pain in blue eyes?.. Will they live to see each other, or will they fall, unable to hug each other again?The armed vampires who found themselves in the corridor did not allow the girl to drown in sad thoughts. The Chosen One could not miss such an opportunity to help her friends. Ira allowed herself to be caught up in the rage of battle. Mentally imagining her friends fighting, the girl sank her claws into the first vampire she came across. The rest froze, not daring to attack the king's chosen one - everyone in the castle knew that Ira could not be laid a finger on. The Chosen One took advantage of the inhibited state of her enemies and rushed forward.
Staring at the silent ceiling, he renounced his thoughts from what was happening. Blood flowed down the back and legs from numerous wounds on the body and wings, and at the sites of the bites the pain radiated through a hot pulsation. The young man no longer had the strength to resist. The enemy's tenacious fingers held him tightly by his hair, not allowing him to move. William's heart was sad and bitter.“Do we really have no chance of winning?” - a heavy thought flashed. The contented rumbling of the feasting vampires rang in my ears.“Lilith,” William whispered barely audibly. He put all his desire and burning melancholy into this call. The image of the goddess he met in the Violet Mountains appeared in his mind's eye. And then - her tender kiss in the sanctuary. Lilith gave him her favor, which he would never even dare to hope for.His heart began to beat wildly with joyful anticipation - William felt how the goddess of the Black Moon responded to his call.“You called me,” the mo
Ira was sitting in the clearing. Leaning back, the girl watched the clouds passing in the sky. The world has changed a lot in recent years. The chosen one surrendered to her memories, closing her eyes and enjoying the warm rays of the autumn sun.All the horrors ended six years ago, when William destroyed Vragenn, and the combined forces of humans and vampires defeated the tyrant’s army. William, as the one who killed the Lord, was supposed to ascend to the throne of the king and lead the vampires, but the brunette did not even want to hear about it. That day, the winged young man seemed even more detached than before. Telvisina assumed the position of ruler, receiving the blessing of the human king and discussing the best ways of trade and cooperation between the two peoples.Since then, the way of life of vampires has changed greatly, and peaceful coexistence with humans has affected all of Lygyria.Tristan refused the offered honor of being chief advisor and agreed only to attend t
A cold drop of water landed on the tip of his nose. When she awoke, she grimaced, feeling the drop continue down her cheek and roll into her ear. Struggling with the remnants of deep oblivion, the girl sniffed, tried to bring her hand to her face and brush off the annoying drop, but her hand stumbled on a hard, wet surface. She froze, listening to the world around her. Absolute, impenetrable darkness reigned everywhere. Silence rang in my ears, pulling me back into sweet oblivion. The girl almost succumbed to this alluring sensation, but another drop broke on the skin of her face, and the prospect of dealing with what was happening still seemed to her more tempting. But how? The girl lay on her back and clearly felt the cold, uneven surface with protruding corners, as well as the muscles that were stiff from all this.Another drop landed and hit right in the eye.- Yes, to you! .. - the girl nervously fidgeted in place and grimaced when her forehead met the hard and suspiciously close
- And now we are heading to Kermalan! - said the knight, touching the horse with his heels.In the hands of the young knight, the stranger moved weakly, black eyelashes trembled. And she went limp again.Upon arrival in the town, the wandering knight immediately visited the nearest tavern. The hall was empty, and the young man was glad of that. There was not enough extra talk that would lead to problems. The innkeeper turned out to be a gloomy person, but did not get excited at the sight of strange guests. A stocky, strong man with a tangled red beard counted Felix's due change from one silver, and sent him to the spare room, after ordering the maid to bring the guests everything they needed.The knight gently arranged the girl on the bed. A young maid in a stained apron brought a pitcher of water and a small basin. The girl looked at the strangers with interest, but out of politeness did not linger longer than expected, leaving the guests alone in the room.Felix unfastened his belt,
A young merchant's daughter stood on the threshold, her arms pressed to her chest and breathing in the fresh, cool morning air. Lida watched her father talking to an unexpected visitor. The girl's heart was beating excitedly, like a small bird in a cage, when she tried to peer into the darkness under the hood pulled down deeply over the stranger's face.Lida's father, smiling obsequiously, waved his hand towards the house, inviting the stranger to enter. The girl's eyes widened in surprise. So that her father in the morning, waking up earlier than expected, would not yell at the culprit of this action? For a scandalous and always dissatisfied merchant to fawningly mince next to a stranger?!“Is it some kind of aristocrat?” - thought Lida, watching the slow, graceful gait of a stranger. He suddenly reminded the girl of her beloved cat Chamomile. Her favorite moved elegantly and gracefully, and when she saw a mouse, she froze, expressing alertness and curiosity with her whole appearance
- More corpses. One is killed, this is Alley, the merchant... his daughter is bled to death, like his sister, his wife is right in bed... horror! The house was not set on fire. When we arrived, there was no one there. And again, no trace!The girl sat down on the soft sofa and leaned back against the mountain of pillows with a sigh. Her lips pressed together tightly, turning white in a thin streak. Light eyebrows converged on the bridge of the nose, forming deep folds. The girl seemed too young for such traces of excitement to touch such a young face.“This is the eighteenth family we've been able to trace. Where is he heading? What is its trajectory?The man thought for a moment. Wiping his glasses, he replied:- From the Ridgrain Mountains, where the very first massacre took place, the trail leads from the Reef through Angan and the western part of the South Coast, and from Witch Mountain to Mirland ... How long has it been? Exactly! Five weeks from the first case.- Send all free s