Maksym Pachesiuk

Warlock's Last Exam - Chapter 5

Sally gave me the push I needed, and I spent half the night at Grandpa’s desk, scribbling down every detail I knew, trying to unravel Uncle Bryce’s plans. But despite my efforts, I couldn’t figure out his intentions. I hate relying on intuition, but that’s what it came down to in the end. There was a strong temptation to just follow along with Bryce’s plan – the man was the clan head, after all, and no doubt had the clan’s best interests at heart. But could he sacrifice my gift ...

Warlock's Last Exam - Chapter 4

Hunting was never an easy task for me. Animals could sense the predator in me long before they ever saw me. That meant I had to approach from afar, and shoot from even farther away. Grandpa made sure I didn’t miss: there were always enough bullets and practice sessions.

From the age of twelve to fifteen, in addition to the standard fortifying alchemical adaptogens that all clan children took, I drank a modified version of the "Eagle’s Vision" elixir. It altered the lenses of my eyes...

Warlock's Last Exam - Chapter 3

The memorial service was held in the central cathedral of Avoc. The bishop himself had wanted to officiate, but he was, to put it mildly, re

The memorial service was held in the central cathedral of Avoc. The bishop himself had wanted to officiate, but he was, to put it mildly, reined in. The only priest Grandpa could tolerate in life was Father Martin, who was practically part of the family, though he bore a completely different surname. Martin was the same age as Bryce, and he never g...

Warlock's Last Exam - Chapter 2

Bloody hell! I let him slip away! Beyond the garden lay the forest, the one that first gave its name to the clan and later to the entire cou

Bloody hell! I let him slip away!

Beyond the garden lay the forest, the one that first gave its name to the clan and later to the entire county of Bremshire. Simon, like me, had been taught to walk its trails. The forest never forgave the weak, and its population of gifted beasts even less so, which was why the knowledge was hammered into the...

Warlock's Last Exam - Chapter 1

I tried not to look at the coffin, because every time I did, a lump would rise in my throat. That’s why I brought a book with me, but the le

I tried not to look at the coffin, because every time I did, a lump would rise in my throat. That’s why I brought a book with me, but the letters in “Projections of Figures and Signs in Combat Artefactory” by Stenn kept blurring, and it wasn’t the lighting to blame. There were enough candles in the chapel.

The last watch, the final ...

Good Dog of Bremor

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Bremor is an ancient clan of hunters. Not the kind who go after ducks or deer – Bremorians specialize in hunting far nastier prey: werewolves, rogue vampires, chimeras… They pay well for this kind of shit – that is, when they pay at all. Sometimes, the job brings more trou...

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