The jaguar, getting tangled in his clothes, spun like a top, knocking the startled enemy off his feet. The cat's jaw squeezed the vampire's hand, biting it to the bone. The unnaturally strong, spotted predator yanked the Supreme towards him and sank his teeth into the neck, tearing the pale skin. The other two enemies, barely recovering from their surprise, rushed towards the beast, but the jaguar tensed its legs and crossed the room with a long, powerful leap, breaking a large window and disappearing into the darkness of the night.He rushed across the field, heading towards the rocks. The herd raised their heads with a frightened snort and met with wary glances a wild cat running past them. Tristan crashed into a horse at full speed. Having barely disentangled himself from under her long legs, he climbed out of the herd. The silhouettes of low field trees loomed ahead.This time there were nullyards in his path. Maneuvering between the war horses, outraged by such impudence, Tristan

“William, I’m coming to you,” the young man’s voice trembled. The portal opened, Tristan stepped forward, and fell into pitch darkness.Norfvuld, Zhedan- Let me go, please! – William shouted, breathing heavily and pressing himself against the cold floor of the prison cell. There were wounds inflicted by the whip on his back.- What, you’re unfamiliar with such a toy, evil spirits? – a mocking male voice rang out over the brunette. “We call him the “soul knocker.” Fun name, isn't it? And he completely justifies himself... - with these words, the speaker sharply lowered a strange-looking whip with a jagged silver-blue tip and lashed it on the back of the young man sprawled on the floor.William screamed in unbearable pain. The agony eclipsed everything that the brunette had to feel before. It was clear that this weapon was created to fight vampires. But William could not understand what exactly they wanted from him. Why is he being tortured? Death seemed like sweet oblivion compared to

Kyrian, kneeling in the center of the altar on the cursed peak, raised his eyes, red from tears. The man who suddenly appeared in front of him radiated power. A black cloak with a red lapel fluttered in the wind, revealing a dark scarlet velvet suit to the young man’s gaze. The stranger behaved with authority, although it seemed to the young man that the uninvited guest was very weak. White hair sparkled silver in the light of the full moon, and yellow eyes burned Kyrian to the very depths of his consciousness. The sharp stones surrounding them pulsed with a dull blood-red glow. - Are your prayers true? – Kirian clearly heard every word, despite the howling wind. - Did you say these words with all your heart? The young man swallowed nervously. He didn’t even notice that all this time he was muttering prayers to heaven, asking them to save the life of his beloved. The frightening and at the same time bewitching stranger was probably a messenger of the gods. “Yes, I’ll give everything

Valya raised her hand to her face and touched the scar with her fingers. Ira noted to herself that this was not the first time in recent times. The Oracle smiled sadly, looking into the fire and lost in her own thoughts.The evening filled the cave with summer, night coolness. A restless wind blew all day, creating a feeling of anxiety. Ira sat by the fireplace and read one of Valya's few books. Thin pages, yellowed with time, told the girl about the properties of medicinal herbs, their varieties and places of flowering. Ira did not so much try to remember what she read as understand that what the pages revealed to her was already known to her somewhere deep inside. But the girl could not remember how she knew this. So all that remained was to be content with the pleasant feeling of something familiar.The Oracle silently entered the cave. She laid out a new batch of herbs on the table and began to look for linen thread on the shelves so that she could tie the stems into bundles and h

“I don’t agree,” Felix said sternly.Tristan flushed.- What an idiot! Completely obsessed with his nobility! Didn't you hear my words?! – the vampire’s gaze flashed lightning.Felix clenched his fists and stubbornly raised his chin. Tantario walked around the mare and came face to face with the knight. He glared at his companion for a while, then turned sharply and walked away, straightening the gray shirt Felix had given him that was slipping off his shoulders. Since the knight was taller and more powerful than the blond, Tantario practically drowned in these clothes. It's a pity that his things turned into holey rags after an unsuccessful teleport. However, we can say thank you that only things were damaged, and not he himself was blown to pieces. There have been such cases.The sliding fabric revealed the blonde's pale shoulders. Felix took a closer look at them, paying close attention to the red, thin cuts covered in dried blood. These wounds were taking up too much of their time