The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 97. HELLO AGAIN, SIGRID NARRATOR Lavinia was now sharper and more powerful than ever. 'They left the palace in silence, leaving strict orders not to disturb the royal quarters under any circumstances. "] feel it deeper in the jungle," the sorceress told them, pointing toward a shadowy stretch under the massive trees. "There are extremely dangerous animals in there. 1'll go first," Drakkar said, immediately shifting into his war form. Lavinia secretly watched him in awe.

Despite what Lyra had told her, she had always believed Drakkar was some lost son of Eryon. After all, no one in this continent had ever evolved into a lycan on their own. But now that she was seeing him... they looked nothing alike. In fact, with all the power he had absorbed, Drakkar practically had to push trees out of the way just to keep walking. His steps left deep marks in the damp ground, his dominant, wild aura spreading for miles, scaring off every possible threat.

Even the beasts lowered their heads when he passed. He was more ---- incredible than Eryon ever was in his time. Because the "Beast's Heart" wasn't a corrupt power. What created evil was the rotten soul of the people who used it. Drakkar was a good wolf. wee 'They pushed forward nonstop until they reached a clearing where the air shimmered and magic felt like a dense gas you could breathe in. "It's here," they all felt it and began preparing the spell. "Lyra, I'll stay close to you!

You're not going anywhere without me!" Once again, fear gripped Drakkar's soul. "| would never leave without you, my love... never." Lyra stroked his beard, unaware that Drakkar's fears might soon become real. "Are we ready?" Lavinia asked, and both of them nodded. Forming a triangle with Lavinia at the head, they began reciting incantations. Well, at least the two of them did... Laziel didn't speak, not even for that.

The clouds above began to darken, just like Lavinia's hair, which ---- shortened to her chin. Her features became sharper, older... ghostly beautiful. Her eyes opened again, glowing a blinding green. The ancestral necklace around her neck vibrated. A black mist burst from her body, wrapping her skin, cloaking her in the power of her linked specter. Laziel didn't take his eyes off her, but everything was still under control.

Electra De La Croix was one of the most terrifyingly powerful specters he had ever seen. She had formed herself from rage and fury, trapped inside her own mind, just like those other specters were prisoners of cursed trees. Lyra was stunned by Lavinia's transformation but kept supporting her however she could. After all, she didn't have real magic like her brothers. "VALENOR AKHTAR NEMARION ESH TALVAR!"" The merged voices of Lavinia and Electra screamed into the storm above, and suddenly a lightning bolt struck the ground in front of them.