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Garalt, the husband of the late Queen, renounced all his privileges.

He just locked himself in a monastery for the rest of his life.

The crown of the north has been missing for a long time. She was locked up in the palace, waiting for the moment when she could just return...

King Marcus was chosen by chance. No one thought that the crown would find a new king among a huge gathering of revellers.

The guy was definitely different from the others in beauty and taste, but he was dumb as a log. It is not clear whether it was from alcohol or just his mind was not enough.

At least it helped to ignore the terrible influence of the cursed crown. There has never been any aggression in it. This was also a difficulty.

Maybe his weak mind helped to resist the curse...

***

A glass of poison completed this era as well.

Fortunately, she was longer and happier than Marion's madness. Bloody Queen Marion...

there were no battles in those days...

No one thought when the crown would find the next poor guy.

David Doyle... Oh, how many people felt sorry for this guy!

The Crown chose one of the councilor's children. The youngest, a fifteen-year-old sinless angel.

David Doyle... Ah, poor, unhappy, beautiful David Doyle!

No one has ever seen a more beautiful young man. White, like snow, eyes of incredible beauty, blue and beautiful, like the boundless sky itself or the water surface.

His portraits and self-portraits are still kept in the castle. The world has never seen such extraordinary beauty before...

— Why do you think it's necessary to attack the midnighters? Ghouls and vampires just drink from animals, they do not harm anyone!— the guy said softly to his uncle. His uncle helped him, although many were against him.

John wasn't exactly angry...

he wanted power without the influence of the crown. Therefore, he poisoned his brother and gradually took the life of his nephew.

David fell in love with a vampire, they wanted to declare him a traitor for this.

Dahlia didn't want anything to happen to David. She did not come to meetings, hid in a cave, because she also loved him. Loved so much that words cannot describe...

After trying to eliminate the king, his uncle was hanged.

***

Epoch after epoch...

the crown had many owners, not all of them were for a long time. And all of them did not die their own deaths.

David lost a lot after his uncle's betrayal. The heart could not stand such suffering.

Every day the beautiful king fades away, melts like a candle. His life is burning up and there is no escape from it... It seems that he just doesn't want to live...

David called a council when he felt that death was already on his doorstep.

— Please... Remove this crown as far away as possible. Let the people choose the new kings... Entrust this to someone who can really be trusted completely...— he says in a low voice. The old, already familiar sparkle in the heavenly eyes is no longer there...—The crown is the greatest evil in this world... I have long been able to understand and verify this terrible fact...—

He barely crossed the threshold of twenty years...

everyone cried for this boy for a very long time.

***

It took many years before the werewolves of the north finally remembered their crown.

They sent a viceroy after her, someone who, again, was very trusted.

Roderick Winged-Rice, the fifth Earl of Rice, packed up at night and went through the woods, getting food for himself like a true beast.

He catches rabbits and roasts them on the fire together with the collected mushrooms. It will be better than the royal tables with their endless and too rich food...

The forest road smells of freedom, something pleasant, hints that in this life, no matter how long it is, there will be a lot of interesting things if you simply take your time...

***

When Roderick Winged-Rice left, the situation was already developing in the best way, but now... When he is not here, the kingdom of the north is getting worse, the situation is heating up every day.

In particular, the fact that Roderick was terminally ill helped many to rebel, gave them strength for this.

Werewolves destroyed shrines, broke pagan primroses into pieces.

Five years later, everything has already begun, the most terrible event has happened. The beginning of the end.

In the forest, he met a small child cursed by fate itself. This child ran away to deserted places, killing and killing those whom he considered his parents. He was wild and mad, like the most hunted animal.

It is not known who Wentfort Karsten really was, but his curse betrayed his wild soul... His base emotions were awakened by gusts, causing pain to everyone who was nearby at that moment.

The demon in him grows and becomes stronger with him.

Evil grows stronger and becomes darker, more envious, dirtier.

Year after year, they are getting closer morally.

Many could not understand Roderick's affection.

When Roderick found King Viktor Gustavsson and took him to the fortress with the crown, everyone almost went crazy with joy.

If they only knew how crazy the rule would be...

when they arrived at the closed fortress of the werewolves of the north, the x-hour began.

The world has stepped to its doom...

(The manuscript is hidden in the temple by the high priest of kings, killed by the tyrant king Wentforth Karsten, who seized power by the rule of the trophy.)

The wolf. The hunt.

As always, dedicated to my beloved mother.

Helicopters swirled like bees near the skyscraper.

The names of those they were looking for were highlighted in the werewolves' message.

This company was persecuted by both vampires and werewolves, those already rather big communities of pure lines. And now people, having learned about evil spirits, want to exterminate her...

Vegard, Olga, Christoph, Maria, Stefan and Bjorn. Three werewolves, three vampires...

***

A week ago.

— We will pass here in a closed car!—Christophe waves his hand, speaking softly.— Come on, come on, the buses will be closed!—

Maria's steps are almost inaudible, rustling like the wind, but it was hard for others to adjust to this silent rhythm.

— Jump, jump faster!— Christophe opens the doors of the body.— We pass closer to the cabin, and it's better to buckle up there!—

Bjorn froze for a second. Did he notice someone?

Gray eyes look somewhere with fear.

— Don't slow down, man!—Christophe told him hoarsely.— Everyone should be like one here!—

Maria stole a glance at her creator.

Bjorn was definitely thoroughly scared by something, he was shivering as if it was cold. But vampires don't feel the cold the way humans do.

Olga Karsten rolled up her favorite SAM and put it next to her. It was much calmer that way.

Something rumbled, but the guys would be lucky if it was just thunder!

Bjorn took out an amulet carved out of stone and prayed quietly in Swedish. The chain knocks against the white fingers.

— I'm going to shoot and they're shooting here!—Christophe shouts over the noises.— Please, try not to get lost! —

Olga and Vegard kept their hands at the ready at the weapon, but it was never needed.

A shot rings out, the car jumps up and for a second a face is reflected in the window. It seems to be human, but somehow unpleasant.

Olga sits on the back of the seat, opens the window and shoots. Manages to punch a couple of tires.

The glass is pierced by a larger bullet and scratches Bjorn's cheekbone.

— Get down, silver bullets!—

The tires whistle and the car skids heavily, it almost falls on its side.

Christophe screams and curses, hitting the ceiling of the car. Pain flared in the back of my head.

Now everyone understood that the usual persecution of races that were not similar to humans had turned into a war.

The old subway envelops them in its soft darkness ...

***

Olga dimmed the lantern and covered the opening where they were hiding with a black cloth.

— I hope we will make it to the next parking lot, right or not, my love?—Olga asks Vegard.

The beloved husband waves off, and Christophe loudly whistles a funeral march.

— Christophe!—Maria calls out to her beloved.—There's a car over there. It looks like it's unpresentable, but under the crumpled hood, the insides seem to be nothing. Can you get her here?—

— I'll try.—The gray—haired Finn said softly.

Bjorn was peering into the holes, fully buttoned up his invariable black jacket with a stand-up collar. The leather of his jacket glistens a little in the dark.

— Someone is coming, don't go.—He said to Christophe.

It was a vampire. Clearly a vampire, it's impossible to fake this smell.

— Stefan!—Maria called and waved her hand, beckoning.

The guy was terribly beaten, apparently, he ran into someone.

— What happened?—Bjorn asked his son in Swedish.

— There are a lot of them there... There are so many people there that it was not enough to count a year... They're waiting for us...— the boy said softly.

— We'll have to take all the weapons we have and break through as best we can...— Olga looked out.

She just wanted to see the sky.

— There's smoke...—Vegard approached his wife.— It's not worth showing up on the street...—

— We will kill humans, vampires and werewolves. We will kill everyone who will stand in our way ... —

***

Christophe pulled the bumper of the car, then lifted it and began to pull slowly.

— Come on, come on, big guy...—Maria whispered softly.

The car scratches the asphalt with mangled doors.

— This thing is heavy even for me.— Christophe pulled again and almost reached the shelter.

— Now.— Maria looked around, ran to her beloved and dragged the broken car there in one fell swoop.

Christophe tore off the hood in one motion.

— So...—Finn picked up a small set of tools.— Let's see what we can profit from here...—

— Need a flashlight?—Olga asks.

— No, don't. Noctolope doesn't need light. —