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Witches don't look for easy ways!

So I thought, Stanislava Grigorieva, an ordinary witch-dropout, going to study at the University of harmful magic ... to hell! No, no, this is not a curse at all, because the real devils study there!

What could I do? After all, the greatest battle mage of the United Empire opened a hunt for me. And if he just wanted to kill me, everything would be much easier. But Lord Tiarang needed me in a completely different capacity ... As a mistress!

So I had to run to hell ... But nothing! Good always triumphs over evil, right? And not only wins, but also re-educates, which is much worse!

So hold on, University of harmful magic, I'm coming to you, Stanislav Grigoriev! And I am not afraid of kings, heroes, or devils ... Even if these devils are very cute ... Or maybe they are not devils at all? ..

Nika Vetrova

Kerim Vedic School

Kerim city

Roads and paths of the Great Land United Empire

Harmful Magic University

Nika Vetrova

SURVIVAL GUIDE

Kerim Vedic School

They say that the day I was born, it snowed. A trifle, in theory, but the problem is that my birthday falls on the middle of summer, and snow in summer is somehow ... wrong. It doesn't have to be this way.

Frankly speaking, this should not happen in my life!

Stasya, why are you avoiding me? - hoarsely whispered the inspector of the Kerim Vedic school, smoothly pressing me against the wall. - You know how bad I feel without you.

Yeah, that's exactly what it shouldn't be at all!

Lord Tiarang, you know it's all love potion! - the frightened witch rattled off. - And I warned you that it is effective, and you drank it at your own peril and risk, so not my samples ...

Not at all ashamed of the truth I expressed, this one, who is a quarter demon, and, by the way, the rector of the Academy of Combat Magic, swiftly pressed his lips to my lips with a kiss, banal forcing me to shut up. And he reacted to my attempt to escape with a strong hug and an increase in the passion of the kiss so much that my legs weakened.

That's it, goodbye maiden honor, finally goodbye, there is no strength left to resist - it's just that Lord Tiarang is damn good-looking, and even a little demon, and half dark, and he smells of something fresh and a little tart, and there is a slight taste of alcohol on his lips ...

“I came, I saw, I conquered” is a standard saying of all battle mages that has set the teeth on edge. By the way - Tiarang is a fighter, so the pressure is not even surprising, it's just insulting to tears!

And all would be fine, but for what kind of devil do we want this semblance of love ?!

And as soon as the man switched with his kisses on the neck, I hissed:

Lord Tiarang, I will hate you all my life!

He reluctantly pulled away, from the height of his height, gazed into my eyes. The look frightened and fascinated at the same time, so, probably, the rabbit is sitting in front of the boa constrictor, bewitched by his gaze and unable to turn away. So I could not ... Almost from the moment the certification commission entered our assembly hall in order to begin testing knowledge in the educational institution of practical witches. It was rumored that this whole check was nothing more than an excuse to close the hell out of the Kerim school, and because of the complaint of the devils themselves. They, you see, found some of the statements of our graduates offensive, and then dug into the school and after checking the curriculum, they came to the conclusion that they teach Chertophobia and educate in the spirit of contempt for this race. In short, sheer fiction, but we really do not like devils, and there is a reason, by the way.

So, when it became known about the creation of the attestation commission, our teachers gathered everyone and asked to be active, not hesitate to show their knowledge and prove to everyone that the Kerim witches are strong, talented and educated, and there is no need to close our school at all.

We did our best.

As soon as a commission of nineteen heads of magic academies entered our assembly hall, everyone immediately began to try. The history of the border kingdoms, the theory of general magic, the Talmuds of the ancient witchers, the rules of fighting the undead - absolutely everything we began to quote in a single witch's rush even before the members of the commission even opened their mouths. We tried our best! We were on fire! We were in a hurry to tell everything we know, demonstrating our vast theoretical knowledge and ...

We were not appreciated. At first the masters demanded silence, then - that we shut up, some faint-hearted, unable to withstand the chorus of magical information, prayed, but then Lord Tiarang said coldly:

Enough.

And our impulse was choked. For some reason, everyone fell silent at once, and only I blurted out:

But we haven't told everything yet!

It was at that memorable moment that Lord Tiarang looked into my eyes from the height of his height and position, and I froze in front of him, like a rabbit before a boa constrictor. It was an eerie sensation, it seemed to paralyze me.

You will still have time for me to ... tell everything, - studying the stunned student with a glance, said Lord Tiarang in such a tone that it got sick at once, and I decided not to stick my head out anymore.

In general, to be honest, everyone decided so. Keep your head down. And abruptly the heels disappeared, and lipsticks, and haircuts with styling, and all the witches instantly began to resemble witches - pale, with a strict braid, in long black dresses - we washed them all at once, even there was a crowd in the laundry, and before that about no one remembered the form at all, they wore what they liked.

And then it happened - the moment of truth.

We turned white. Over the past week since the certification, seventeen teachers were dismissed from the Kerim school and forty students were expelled, and the purges took place every time after such open lessons ... And now it was the turn of our group. Quiet howls and sobs filled the class.

Hold on, girls, - Allina whispered tragically.

The howl intensified.

We spent the night packing our bags and at the same time studying the textbook on Potion Making Practice, in fact, on it, Potion Practice, everything had to be decided.

In the morning, not sleeping enough, pale and trembling, we went dejectedly down into the laboratory. They entered, sat down, waited for the call. Without raising their heads, they stood up when the members of the commission appeared, hell began later.

Half an hour to brew any potion of your choice. Time has passed, ”said Lord Tiarang.

And our textbooks, along with the notes, soared up to the ceiling to be folded in two neat piles on the teacher's table. The members of the commission themselves quietly sat down on chairs placed along the wall, and we ...

Without a textbook, without a synopsis, in half an hour! What can be done without a synopsis in half an hour ?! The answer turned out to be banal - a love potion. But we all remembered it by heart, and also often practiced it, especially on holidays, and it is not surprising that as soon as the witches recovered from their shock, the smell of ambrosia and rose petals spread through the laboratory.

And we all looked at her - to hide the fact that we know about the attempt of the teachers of the Kerim school to seduce the members of the commission and thereby guarantee the preservation of the school, it no longer made sense. But noticing how our beloved Allinochka turned white under a shrewdly condemning gaze, I somehow involuntarily got angry and blurted out:

But we brew the best love potions in the kingdom!

The head of the Academy of Martial Magic smoothly moved from the teacher to me, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said:

Well, let's check it out. I will personally try each one to assess the degree of ... effectiveness. Come on, pupils.

You shouldn't be like that, - I muttered sadly, having made the decision to strengthen the brewing potion, almost without thinking.

And, judging by the aromas, everyone did the same, because the lord is a quarter demon, half dark, and still tall, broad-shouldered, dark-eyed, not a bit old, charismatic, domineering, desperate for an evil witch who will gladly take revenge on him for everything and for everyone and will re-educate the reptile. And we, witches, love how we love to re-educate someone! Well, how can you resist?

We could not resist, we, angrily rubbing our hands, set to work.

Oh, with what enthusiasm the potions were brewed, with what cunning powders forbidden by the law were poured, on which there were quite harmless stickers with the name of some flax root, and how we were all eager to wipe our nose with some who were long overdue to educate.

Half an hour passed quickly.

And the witches, all as one, stretched out their palms over the kettles, cooling the freshly brewed love whiskers. By the way, she had the same vidocq, we made the most powerful bungled, and I sincerely hoped that some would vomit. What am I - everyone hoped to do something dirty. Well, so that someone fell in love, and you could do dirty tricks with a clear conscience and faith in your own well-being.

Carry, ”laughed Lord Tiarang.

The others and I exchanged glances. In general, the best love potions in the class came out from me, and it's not surprising that I personally stayed where I was, so to speak - a trump card languishing in my sleeve.

And the rector took a spoon from Allina's table, rubbed it, and it began - the witch came up, p ...

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Nika Vetrova - biography

Nika Vetrova is the creative pseudonym of two sisters - Vera and Nika, who have recently set foot on the path of writing. Their biographical information is still a secret. The authors chose the genre of humorous fantasy for their creativity. In the same style, they present themselves to the readership, saying that they are gorgeous blondes with ideal external parameters (in the fantasy world, everything is possible).

The first and only book by Nika Vetrova to date, out of print, is the beginning of the Harmful Magic University series, A Survival Guide. This humorous science fantasy novel was published by AST in 2015 and became an instant bestseller. The readership was captivated by an easy and fascinating story about a young dropout witch who went to an unusual educational institution, where devils rule the ball, for knowledge, and met a lot of problems, intrigues and adventures. As the writers say, they decided to stand out among the huge number of storylines about magic academies and came up with their own extraordinary university - a university (and this already sounds more solid). In accordance with their idea, they provided a detailed description of the structure of the higher magic school, the relationship of the dean and the rector with students, as well as the features of the educational process. The "highlight" of this work is the mention of other fantastic subjects and popular science fiction authors - Elena Zvezdnaya, Kira Strelnikova, Vadim Panov (rather, not even just a mention, but a parody of their famous fantasy sketches). The main goal of the novel - to cheer up the readers - was more than achieved. The rating of this work by novice authors turned out to be very high, and the name of Nika Vetrova quickly became popular among fans of humorous fantasy. Today Nika Vetrova continues to work on the second book of this cycle, which many readers are looking forward to.

Nika and Vera are very original and talented authors. The theme that they chose for their work, it would seem, has already been used many times in the works of other writers, but Nika Vetrova managed to reveal its other facets, breaking all the templates of heroic fantasy. Subtle humor, colorful and memorable characters, fascinating unraveling of intrigues and an extraordinary love line - all this is characteristic of the author's style of the young writing duo. Another feature of this novel is the erotic inserts that Nika Vetrova used according to all the laws of the humorous genre. The relationship between the student and the dean is not only sexual infatuation, but also amusing family “showdowns” that adorn the routine life of a magical university and fantasy reality in general.

The novel “The University of Harmful Magic. Survival Guide ”is a typical example of entertainment literature. It does not claim to be a profound philosophical work. Most of the book is occupied by live dialogues and descriptions of the nuances of fantastic reality. The language of the novel is very light, almost airy - the book “swallows” instantly. The authors very wisely chose the manner of presentation - famous phrases of our time from cartoons, films and advertisements slip into the narrative, which increases the share of humor and emphasizes the realism of what is happening. It should be added that despite the colloquial style, the novel does not “slide” into teenage slang. It is expected that all subsequent books by Nika Vetrova will have the same success and exciting stories.

The library of our site invites everyone to plunge into the reckless magical world together with the bestseller "Survival Guide". The author's bibliographic list still consists of one work, however, judging by the enthusiastic reviews of readers and their persistent requests to meet again with their favorite heroes, the continuation of this story will soon see the light of day. We give the opportunity to read the online book by Nika Vetrova in Russian absolutely free. If you want to download an e-book, choose a convenient download format - fb2 (fb2), txt (txt), epub or rtf - and enjoy the incredible adventures of a brave witch.

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Harmful Magic University. Survival guide

Nika Vetrova

SURVIVAL GUIDE

Kerim Vedic School

They say that the day I was born, it snowed. A trifle, in theory, but the problem is that my birthday falls on the middle of summer, and snow in summer is somehow ... wrong. It doesn't have to be this way.

Frankly speaking, this should not happen in my life!

Stasya, why are you avoiding me? - hoarsely whispered the inspector of the Kerim Vedic school, smoothly pressing me against the wall. - You know how bad I feel without you.

Yeah, that's exactly what it shouldn't be at all!

Lord Tiarang, you know it's all love potion! - the frightened witch rattled off. - And I warned you that it is effective, and you drank it at your own peril and risk, so not my samples ...

Not at all ashamed of the truth I expressed, this one, who is a quarter demon, and, by the way, the rector of the Academy of Combat Magic, swiftly pressed his lips to my lips with a kiss, banal forcing me to shut up. And he reacted to my attempt to escape with a strong hug and an increase in the passion of the kiss so much that my legs weakened.

That's it, goodbye maiden honor, finally goodbye, there is no strength left to resist - it's just that Lord Tiarang is damn good-looking, and even a little demon, and half dark, and he smells of something fresh and a little tart, and there is a slight taste of alcohol on his lips ...

“I came, I saw, I conquered” is a standard saying of all battle mages that has set the teeth on edge. By the way - Tiarang is a fighter, so the pressure is not even surprising, it's just insulting to tears!

And all would be fine, but for what kind of devil do we want this semblance of love ?!

And as soon as the man switched with his kisses on the neck, I hissed:

Lord Tiarang, I will hate you all my life!

He reluctantly pulled away, from the height of his height, gazed into my eyes. The look frightened and fascinated at the same time, so, probably, the rabbit is sitting in front of the boa constrictor, bewitched by his gaze and unable to turn away. So I could not ... Almost from the moment the certification commission entered our assembly hall in order to begin testing knowledge in the educational institution of practical witches. It was rumored that this whole check was nothing more than an excuse to close the hell out of the Kerim school, and because of the complaint of the devils themselves. They, you see, found some of the statements of our graduates offensive, and then dug into the school and after checking the curriculum, they came to the conclusion that they teach Chertophobia and educate in the spirit of contempt for this race. In short, sheer fiction, but we really do not like devils, and there is a reason, by the way.

So, when it became known about the creation of the attestation commission, our teachers gathered everyone and asked to be active, not hesitate to show their knowledge and prove to everyone that the Kerim witches are strong, talented and educated, and there is no need to close our school at all.

We did our best.

As soon as a commission of nineteen heads of magic academies entered our assembly hall, everyone immediately began to try. The history of the border kingdoms, the theory of general magic, the Talmuds of the ancient witchers, the rules of fighting the undead - absolutely everything we began to quote in a single witch's rush even before the members of the commission even opened their mouths. We tried our best! We were on fire! We were in a hurry to tell everything we know, demonstrating our vast theoretical knowledge and ...

We were not appreciated. At first the masters demanded silence, then - that we shut up, some faint-hearted, unable to withstand the chorus of magical information, prayed, but then Lord Tiarang said coldly:

Enough.

And our impulse was choked. For some reason, everyone fell silent at once, and only I blurted out:

But we haven't told everything yet!

It was at that memorable moment that Lord Tiarang looked into my eyes from the height of his height and position, and I froze in front of him, like a rabbit before a boa constrictor. It was an eerie sensation, it seemed to paralyze me.

You will still have time for me to ... tell everything, - studying the stunned student with a glance, said Lord Tiarang in such a tone that it got sick at once, and I decided not to stick my head out anymore.

In general, to be honest, everyone decided so. Keep your head down. And abruptly the heels disappeared, and lipsticks, and haircuts with styling, and all the witches instantly began to resemble witches - pale, with a strict braid, in long black dresses - we washed them all at once, even there was a crowd in the laundry, and before that about no one remembered the form at all, they wore what they liked.

And then it happened - the moment of truth.

We turned white. Over the past week since the certification, seventeen teachers were dismissed from the Kerim school and forty students were expelled, and the purges took place every time after such open lessons ... And now it was the turn of our group. Quiet howls and sobs filled the class.

Hold on, girls, - Allina whispered tragically.

The howl intensified.

We spent the night packing our bags and at the same time studying the textbook on Potion Making Practice, in fact, on it, Potion Practice, everything had to be decided.

In the morning, not sleeping enough, pale and trembling, we went dejectedly down into the laboratory. They entered, sat down, waited for the call. Without raising their heads, they stood up when the members of the commission appeared, hell began later.

Half an hour to brew any potion of your choice. Time has passed, ”said Lord Tiarang.

And our textbooks, along with the notes, soared up to the ceiling to be folded in two neat piles on the teacher's table. The members of the commission themselves quietly sat down on chairs placed along the wall, and we ...

Without a textbook, without a synopsis, in half an hour! What can be done without a synopsis in half an hour ?! The answer turned out to be banal - a love potion. But we all remembered it by heart, and also often practiced it, especially on holidays, and it is not surprising that as soon as the witches recovered from their shock, the smell of ambrosia and rose petals spread through the laboratory.