The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- He pushed the clothes aside-surprisingly little dust-and went 'to shut the closet door behind him. | took the risk and slipped through the crack, sharing the narrow space with him. My intangible body did its best not to touch him. To my utter surprise, he leaned toward the back of the wardrobe and activated some kind of mechanism The wooden panels creaked and gave way, and a current of air rushed in.

The false back of the wardrobe revealed a dark tunnel that stretched deep into the castle's bowels. As | followed his steps, | kept wondering how many of these passages ran through the fortress. From now on, I'd have to sleep with one eye open, because who knew what might crawl out from under the bed. The path was silent, lit only by the dim glow of the torch in the man's hand. It was a damned maze down there-corridors twisting, leading to unknown places.

---- | memorized the route back, just in case. If | got lost here, finding my way out would be nearly impossible. We were nearing the end when Mr. Fenir stepped into an enormous gallery. A massive cavern opened before us, and the cold hit suddenly and hard. The walls, the ceiling, all the stone was frozen like an icy cave. Up above, | couldn't stop staring at what lay below. Mr. Fenir stood on a ledge, admiring his masterpiece, a wicked plan born from years and years of preparation.

At the center of the platform, embedded in the ground, stood a crystal covered in frost. Much larger than the fragment that girl had stolen. It gleamed-nearly the size of a grown man Magical runes floated around it like spinning wheels of fate, trying to drain its power. Every now and then, it sparked with dark magic. What | could feel was a corrupt, harmful power being ---- extracted... by witches. That's right-sorceresses with raised hands moved the runes, activating spells.

They looked entranced. They were falling apart, their lives drained with every chant. They were pulling that energy through black chains that disappeared beneath covered crates. What the hell was hidden in there? "Mr. Fenir! I'm glad you came," a voice suddenly called It came from a man climbing up the hill toward him. | recognized him. He was supposedly part of Dracomir's medical unit. Fucking traitor. "You called urgently.

Did you make any progress?" The older man asked, and | noticed the eager tone in his voice. "Yes, yes, come take a look..." A terrible feeling settled in my gut as | followed them into the lower level of the cave. They approached one of those cages, and something moved ---- inside. A low growl and scraping metal echoed out. "We did it, Mr. Fenir. We tamed them with his blood. They'll obey you...