2023-05-31 00:53:08Dedicated 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
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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...
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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 love and a curse for Jordan.
She didn't talk to many people, and she didn't even deign to look at Jordan.
Either she really didn't notice him, or she liked this game of arrogance.
Olga Karsten... Olga…
Surely her last name was not real, and she herself... are there demons with the face of an angel in nature?
Judging by the military badges on her chest, she also served in the army.
But there were too many tokens, a necklace of them decorated a scarlet dress.
When she appeared today at the Wave, a bar unnoticed by many, Jordan had been waiting for a long time for this arrogant red-haired bastard to light up the gray and boring neon expanses of the bar with the burning radiance of hell.
Olga always drank only absinthe, a mind-numbing drink the color of the forest.
Today she was joined by a man with the Norwegian name Vegard, but he looked like a local. A snow-white blonde with a thin build, but a rough manly face. Who is he to her, he wonder? After so many years of living in Espoo, Jordan has learned to distinguish between all the Scandinavian nations.
Today Olga smokes a lot.
— He's staring at you.—Vegard's voice reaches Jordan.
— If he thinks about more, he won't want to encroach on me.—Karsten laughs. Her laugh is cruel.
A little later, Christophe arrives. Everyone here knew this man. He was born here and came once a year. He was looking for someone, it looked like it. Eyes the color of a snow-covered forest seemed to be devoid of emotions from birth.
— Jordan, are you dreaming again? She'll never go on a date with you, but I don't mind.—Hannah came up to him. — Yes... Olga likes this creepy Vegard and frostbitten Christophe.—
Jordan almost choked on his beer, because the next second he received a slap on the head from a red—haired girl:
— I advise you to watch your words. Christophe is my brother.-
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— I don't think they can find you here. I've been estranged from both you (officially) and them for a long time. They don't bind us... I've been dead in front of them for a long time...—Christoph Jansen twirls the ashtray with his finger.
The approximately forty-year-old (in appearance) man seems to be completely absorbed in his thoughts today. Olga didn't know exactly how old her guard was.
When she found herself in the pack of the mad tyrant Wentfort, he was already like that. Christophe never changed.
When Maria was born to Vegard and Olga, everyone was very puzzled that the girl turned out to be a human. The leader of the pack, Olga's husband, quickly found out about everything.
All their lives Olga, Vegard and their daughter have been running from their own all over the world. Sometimes death is very close to them...
Maria and Christophe quickly fell in love with each other and he left the pack with them.
Or rather, Olga freed him from the basements...
The Order of the Night later bitterly scorched their already gloomy life. Maria has become like this…
I wouldn't dream of it in a nightmare.
Since Maria was bitten, Olga has not seen her beloved and only daughter. Now Maria lives in the nest of a very ancient vampire...
But she is alive ...
if you can call it life… She is alive and always somewhere close ...
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Christophe felt the bitter aftertaste of the rolling nightmare even before he overtook him in a doze…
How many names has he already changed, how many surnames… And returned to the name given by Mom… But not to the last name... — ...I'm going to leave now, and you have to protect my mom… Don't let her get hurt, Christophe...— that night the resurrected Mary came.
Maria retreats to the edge of the cliff. Christophe's eyes are covered by the thick fabric of her bandage.
Smell... her smell comes from the ribbon...
Leaving, the beloved for the first time in her life kisses him…
When Christophe removes the blindfold from his eyes, he sees a pack running away. Some strange feeling arose after the horizon became clear… ...
Finn wakes up with a strong sense of anxiety. Blood flowed from his nose.
And what was in his dream? What?
The darkness is filled with cigarette smoke.
Opening the window, the man sits on the windowsill, looking at the views of the motherland from the house to which he always returned ... and did not want it…
The full moon smiles ominously in the sky. Crossing his legs, Christophe slowly stepped onto the snow-covered side separating the floors and serving just for decoration. When he jumped onto the snow-covered path in only shorts, a hoarse howl was heard.
Snowflakes, glistening in the semi-darkness, melted on the man's body…
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Olga found a bouquet of flowers on the threshold of her house in the morning. It's even strange…
All the couriers here know her well, they could have rung the doorbell…
The next second, the woman, almost growling, threw the bouquet on the road.
Nausea rose in her throat. Mint! Some bastard put mint in the bouquet!
— Honey, are you up yet? I'm sorry, I got a little sleepy... does it smell like mint in here?—Vegard was putting on his shirt as he walked.— Have you been on the phone with Christophe? I got drunk on sleeping pills yesterday so that nothing would happen... a nightclub was open yesterday and there was a supermoon...—
— We have a lot of food left from yesterday's feast, sit down to breakfast. I had such a nasty feeling that Wentworth might be nearby somewhere… Maybe it's just a feeling...— Olga dials the number of her security guard. No matter how much food there was in the house, Vegard always wanted hot scrambled eggs in the morning. Huge, shiny with fat and bacon. Olga could not imagine eating without chocolate and chili.
— Our old man does not answer… Do you think he's sleeping or in the woods?— digging into the plate, Olga put a smartphone next to her, in which she had previously played a simulator of infecting the world.— At such moments, it's even bad that he doesn't have F******k...—
— I hope there is an old man… Do you think he will get rid of us so easily? —
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Jordan almost bumped into someone in the supermarket this morning. He somehow managed to get out of bed today-all night he admired the moon in the open window. Supermoon is a rare event…
— Well, Jordan, did you sleep alone as always?— heavy hands fall on shoulders.
— Rrrr! Friedrich, well, you can't scare like that!—Helks almost drops the bag of avocados.— Where did you go yesterday? I was sitting alone in the Wave.—
— I don't like bars, you've known that for a long time, Joe. I drink wherever I have to, but I don't want to be in four walls...—his slanted brown eyes took on a sardonic expression.—Did you go there again because of her? —
— You're an asshole… I go there to relax, not... and Olga... Olga… She's both an angel and a demon to me...— speaking animatedly, Jordan did not notice how Friedrich thrust his cart into his hands as well.
— Do you eat often? Apparently, not often… I'll stay with you tonight and cook lunch and dinner worthy of a king!—
The carts filled up very quickly.
Ignoring almost everything, he saw Hannah carrying off two large bags of wild berries.
— I wonder what's wrong? Did the products begin to go out?—
— Oh, Jordan, have you started noticing anything? She's booking for her brother. He's not coming today...— Friedrich stepped aside, Hannah ran outside without even noticing the guys.
Jordan left the carts and ran to the entrance.
Christoph Jansen, covered in tears and dirt, was walking down the street. Such a healthy man was now fragile, defenseless. His shoulders were shaking from crying, droplets of tears were streaming down his face. Light brown hair turned brown from blood. Olga was also on the street.
Contemptuously pushing Hannah away, she led the man into her house.
— What's the matter with him? Drunk, or what?— it seems that the complexion has returned, but Jordan Helks was maniacally detached.
A little later he heard that someone had stolen a cow from the butcher's slaughterhouse. It's necessary! Take away a live cow…
After driving home, Jordan was tormented by the desire to laugh for a long time.
When he passed a snow-covered road with houses on one side and trees on the other, he saw a she-wolf among the snow-covered branches.
A blue-black beauty with bright green eyes looked down at him.
That look reminded him of someone.
And how beautiful she was...
Helx would have killed anyone who tried to offend this beautiful creature…
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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