The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- Dracomir and Alan were desperate. If they had to take her by force, they would. They didn't even understand who those two strangers were that had suddenly appeared. The grotesque man had recovered from his moment of weakness and was protecting that small, strange woman. Even stranger... he looked like Victoria's former master.

"Victoria, you're coming with us-whether you want to or not!" He moved to grab her, but Victoria jumped onto the vines that were now twisting upward, lifting her into the air. They spread like wildfire, climbing the stone walls, seeking their prey. "VICTORIA!" "Who said we didn't have an army, my lord?" she called down to him with a half-smile. All her wounds healed. Hauntingly beautiful.

"Pm going to show you the army I created for you." Dracomir and Alan watched her raise her arms and speak with ---- a voice from beyond the grave-it chilled every hair on their bodies. Those vines went wild, tearing through the square's ground and beyond. They carved holes and craters, dark passages that revealed movement deep below. Dracomir didn't know what his incredible woman was planning, but she was definitely about to blow his mind again. Frederick also saw that cursed vampire's tricks.

Before she could ruin his rebellion, he roared to his " children": "KILL THEM ALL, LEAVE NO ONE ALIVE!" The wolf warriors stepped back, frightened of the beasts charging forward, hungry for blood, aiming for those four unlucky souls. But before the creatures could even get close, figures leapt from those holes-no, not men... they looked like corpses! 'Their high-pitched shrieks tore through souls, dragging out everyone's deepest fears. Pure terror.

---- Holding rusted weapons in their hands, they threw themselves at the fake lycans, who did bleed...and did die. "No... no, it can't be..." Frederick stepped back from his balcony on the tower. His mind couldn't process what his eyes were witnessing. "The... the general Hagen... and the... the Vampire Lord..." He began to tremble uncontrollably, just like in the past, when he had stood before them, merely a slave selling out his own kind to survive. No matter how many centuries had passed... the ghosts had returned, ready to claim their vengeance and expose his darkest secrets.