The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- Edmund reacted on instinct, summoning all his life ---- force at the risk of exploding like a supernova. Lightning cords burst from inside his body, surging from every pore, wrapping him in a dangerous, spinning sphere. It looked impenetrable-who would dare put their hand in the middle of all that electricity? "Buaghh!" the mage spat blood, his body torn open with cuts. Where the ice pierced him, it didn't just wound-it corroded his flesh like a freezing poison.

Parts of Edmund's joints and limbs began to freeze solid. "Damn Aidan and his bitch!..." he roared, blonde hair limp over his blood- and sweat-streaked face. He, who had always been untouchable, superior since birth... How could he fall to these two brats?! It was all that woman's fault. She was the one feeding Aidan her power! ---- "| need to get out of here... find a breach..." Edmund's mind raced frantically. In this frozen realm of frost and blizzards, there wasn't a single inch of escape.

Suddenly, he felt a disturbance within the storm vortex around him. "No, no, no, no way! It can't be possi-Aaaggr!" His wild screams were cut off by a giant frozen hand crashing through the lightning storm. Unafraid of the electrical lash or the Sorcerer King's deadly energy. The thick hand, covered in fur like strands of frost, clawed deep into Edmund's neck and yanked him out of his protective bubble.

His legs dangled as he struggled to break free from the grip tightening around his throat, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. Terrified, Edmund locked eyes with the beast. ---- Theo and Vlad had evolved-a higher form. By fully resonating with their magical twin soul, they'd climbed another step toward the peak of power. A towering three-meter lycan, exhaling cold steam, his frozen, translucent skin glowing with beautiful ice magic.

He opened his jaws and roared savagely at Edmund, who thought his head would be ripped clean off. He was afraid. Terrified like never before, and his trembling body dangling in the air gave him away. The lycan's glowing blue eyes pierced his mind like needles stabbing into his brain. "If you're afraid of dying, then relax..." Suddenly, Edmund looked up. He could barely breathe, his vision was blurring, but he knew exactly who was speaking. It was her.

That damn woman who tilted the balance of power across continents. ---- Nyx stood in mid-air, her black dress calmly flowing, surrounded by misty clouds that began to flood the place with ghostly darkness. Her eyes stared at him with pure hatred and disgust. "I'll make sure you know what it's like to be trapped inside a body you can't control. To die... every second of it" As she spoke her words full of mockery and malice, golden sparks awakened inside the fog. "You... you... trai... gghhh!" Edmund couldn't even finish his insult.