The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 153. EVOLUTION OF WOLVES NARRATOR In a single move, icy claws slashed across his throat, cutting deep, almost ripping away his very life. Blood splattered onto the white surface, staining it crimson. But the ice quickly formed a layer to stop him from bleeding out-his vocal cords, however, were completely destroyed. "Don't be mad, my mate... we'll have an eternity to tear him apart, piece by piece," Nyx declared, unleashing the killer instinct hidden in every Selenia.

That twisted smile on her beautiful face carried the eerie madness of her father. She raised her hand and flicked her fingers, activating powerful runes that summoned fifty swords of light. They appeared from within the shadows, forming a circle and glowing fiercely. ---- Their sharp tips aimed at Edmund like a death crown, and he could already feel the blades slicing through every part of his flesh.

"Feel just a fraction of the pain your daughter endured when you used her like a lifeless corpse!" Nyx shouted as she activated the spell and brought her hand down. The execution order had been given. With a feral roar, the walls trembled. Aidan lifted him high, strangled in the grip of his hand, holding him up like a sacrifice for all the swords that came down in justice upon Edmund. He couldn't even scream, couldn't beg, much less curse.

All his hatred remained trapped inside, as he began to experience what the rest of his existence would be like- powerless, completely out of control. Mystical sparks gleamed in his pupils as the tip of one sword pierced through his eye, blinding him. ---- A blinding light burst inside the ice prison, now soaked in deep crimson. Walls, ceiling, floor. The smell of blood seeped through, exciting the specters who howled in pure malice.

This was not the end of the man once called the Sorcerer King... it was just the beginning of his torment. "DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU! Aidan Walker, | should've killed you the moment you took my daughter to her death!" Curses like that echoed for millennia, but never, not once, was his voice heard beyond the prison his body had become. edb In the depths of the canyon, Drakkar ran in the opposite direction of the strange frozen structure.

He was tracking the corrupt magic tied to the power that screamed at his soul. ---- Above his head floated the twisted visions of Lyra's father. Well... now he had to call him "father-in-law." Drakkar was desperate to finish this and get back. With luck, he'd gather all that damn power and finally be free to chase after his woman. "| feel it close," his wolf sniffed the air. Drakkar leapt wildly onto a mound of dirt to witness a scene that would chill anyone to the bone.

He was sure the fragment of the spell was down there, but how the hell was he supposed to break through layer after layer of specters swarming around the ice, trying to dig in and steal that energy? They looked like a pack of ravenous hyenas ready to rip and devour-but Drakkar couldn't let them steal that magic. He needed it!