The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- "It's... it's Rousse..." Edgar stammered. They both watched the clash. Rousse had thrown off the heavy cloak that always hid him, revealing his bulging muscles and commanding aura. He pulled two black swords out of nowhere, both cursed-looking and dangerous as hell. That massive body started fighting like a beast against the undead warrior. Victoria kept summoning more warriors, and the moor was. filling with shadows, waiting for someone to obey.

Hagen, who had seemed unstoppable to Marius, didn't last long Rousse was terrifying, savage-he never imagined that silent, nearly two-meter-tall brute could fight so viciously. He saw the bloodthirsty side of him, and Marius's heart quivered inhis chest He had underestimated him. Underestimated her. He was on a whole other level beneath their power. The fight ended with Hagen on his knees, chains wrapped around his body, a black sword driven through his dead chest.

---- "THERE'S ONLY ROOM FOR ONE GENERAL HERE!" Rousse's thunderous voice echoed across the moor. Standing in front of Victoria, like an unshakable protector. "WHOEVER DARES DISOBEY MY ORDERS OR THE ORDERS OF THE MASTERS CAN ONLY EXPECT A PUNISHMENT WORSE THAN DEATH!" His magical aura spread, binding the undead's hearts in chains, and Hagen bowed his head, surrendering for good. Things seemed to be over, but Victoria began convulsing and pulling at the chains with her bare hands.

"Victoria, we have enough already!" Rousse shouted, turning to look at her. "NO, NO, there's one more... HE'S NOT GETTING AWAY FROM ME!" She roared with the storm. The sky split open, and a torrent of rain poured down on the lifeless bodies. The giant door trembled, something inside was resisting. The vampire's feet touched the ground, her boots dragging a trail as she was pulled backward.

---- But she didn't give up, yanking with hatred, screaming louder and louder until she dragged out exactly what she wanted from that hellish realm. "What's she trying to summon?" Edgar couldn't see clearly through the curtain of rain and the steam rising from the overheated ground. "| think | know who itis..." Marius muttered with a frown. And just as he said it, he came out, walking on his own two feet, A tall vampire, proud, wearing rags that once were regal clothes... "The... the vampire Lord..."