The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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DEADLY ENTRY NARRATOR Sigrid watched as Morgana turned her back, blood flowing from the dozens of wounds covering her body.

She was ready to run, desperate to escape somewhere.

It was incredible how humiliating fear of death could be for anyone.

All the glamour, all the superioritynone of it existed in critical moments.

Morgana was more desperate than she had ever been in her life.

How could she have been so foolish, feeding a formidable enemy right under her nose? At what point had that Selenia parasitized Electras body? There was no time to figure it out now.

She needed to flee, fast, to her mansion.

She had to gather her children and escape through the portal in the secret sanctuary, where she kept her familys most powerful bookThe Book of Risorgimento.

It couldnt fall into this damn womans hands.

It held all the secrets of her ancestors, spells she herself had never even mastered.

Muttering the runes of escape, she prepared to create a portal outside Electras mansion.

She was suffocating, her voice hoarse with coughing, her skin ---- burning, on the verge of charring in the flames consuming everything around her.

Then Morgana turned swiftly, precisely, attempting to surprise Sigrid to buy herself time.

She cast a mere smoke screen, using it as a cover while she truly opened a passage to the outside.

A rift began to form out of thin air, like a jagged mouth splitting open in the very fabric of reality.

Morgana could already feel the cool night breeze on her face, smell the scent of freedom.

She only had to make it to her mansion, and she would be safe.

She moved to slip her thick body throughthere was no time to waste.

But she never imagined that instead of freedom, what greeted her was a dark, clawed hand suddenly emerging from the very portal she had created, grasping straight for her throat.

She gasped like a fish out of water, her eyes bulging with terror as she stared at the horrifying creature that had slipped in through the very exit she intended to take.

Darkness.

Only darkness, faceless and endless, with sunken red hollows where eyes should beeyes filled with nothing but hatred.

It made her tremble in sheer dread.

It was enormous, a towering shadow that reached the ceiling.

And after the first one, many more followed.

Sigrid froze, too.

She sensed the shift in space; she knew Morgana was creating a portal to flee.

---- She had already summoned a sword of fire, ready to drive it straight into Morganas back like the coward she was.

But when the smoke cleared and she saw what lay before her, even her own spirit wavered with a hint of fear.

Specters.

These were the dreaded specters of her world Only now, they looked stronger, more menacingmore lethal and bloodthirsty.

Even for her, they would be difficult to defeat, especially in the numbers that were now pouring into the mansion.

Their dark energy immediately filled every comer of the burning estate, feeding and intensifying the flames, And in the midst of all that chaos, Morgana dangled in the air, kicking wildly, struggling for breath as one of them clutched her thick throat.

Where had they come from? Had they already existed in this time? This was dangerous.

Sigrid turned her gaze to the jagged portalone that should have led into the forest.

Amidst the overwhelming darkness, something shimmered.

silver hair.

A man was stepping through the portal into the mansion.

The specters seemed to heed his command.

He was their master.