The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- creed On the other side of the continent, Rousse was pulling the strings behind the rest of the undead warriors. Zarek had brought with him his entire inner world, packed with an army that seemed inexhaustible. Only one lycan had accompanied him: Drakkar, in search of his heart.

When the horn sounded at the borders and the report reached the vampire Lord, nerves shot through the air "You'd better actually do something useful, because so far you've only given me promises!" He pointed at Frederick, who lowered his head submissively, but his eyes gleamed with hate and his teeth ground.

It wasn't the first time he'd humiliated himself in front of a vampire, but it stung more now, because he had the power to be above them, However, they didn't give him time to execute his plan-who was attacking him so suddenly? It couldn't be Dracomir this fast! That bastard... ---- He slipped away amid the commotion to his simple room. He shut the door and looked over the few belongings in the room, nothing out of the ordinary.

He knew they were searching his things trying to strip him of his power. "Pft, stupid bloodsuckers, they think I'm going to leave my greatest weapon out in the open," he muttered, standing in the middle of the room and closing his eyes. Unlike the former vampire Lord of his fief, he had put on that cursed mask many times. They sucked his blood to activate the spells, but he had learned too and soaked himself in their magics.

Chanting the incantation and painting the runes with a bloodied finger, he began to fade into air that filled with fog. The same trick he'd used to escape Dracomir and his bitch. He'd managed to develop an inner world to hide in The rift opened and Frederick was about to vanish, but this time his hunters were different. A black, clawed hand appeared out of nowhere, holding the " entrance," and two humanoid figures, like blurred shadows, ---- slipped in after that treacherous wolf.