Chronicles of the Wolf

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

— 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

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

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

The snow flashes quickly. Someone is in the trailer, and a couple of patrollers are sitting on the roof. It's just that to smell a wolf, you need another wolf. Bjorn was drawing something in a notebook, which depicted the northern lights, and covered his creation with a hard cover. — I'm sorry.—One of the werewolves timidly raised his voice.—We didn't believe vampires were terrible before... And now... And now I see how terribly they lied to us...— — There is a special attraction in all the species and races of the world.— Bjorn said and hid his notebook in his jacket. — Christophe! Stop the car!—Olga almost screamed. The fangs sink into the skin, draw in blood. Olga for some reason does not even feel disgust, looking at how Maria, Bjorn and Stefan satisfy their hunger. Wentworth always hammered into the brains of his wives that the main evil in this world is these pale dead bloodsuckers. But here they are, and Maria is not the reason that they seem so cute. Stefan, apparen