The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 271, PRISON FOR ELEMENTALS NARRATOR Lucrecia fought with all her strength, kicking as Silas lifted her into the air, surrounded by a dark shroud of shadows.

The specters howled frenetically, absorbing all that powerful magic their master allowed them to reach through his connection.

Her boots twitched in spasms midair, her veins translucent like dark cobwebs beneath her pale skin.

Lucrecia couldnt believe this was how it would end.

No, no, she couldnt die like this! With the last of her magic, with her final will, she thought of exploding like a supernova.

She would take that bastard to the grave with her.

She closed her eyes, looking defeated, sunken, hopeless.

Now! The magic pulsed in her chest, concentrated, pain tearing through her from within, but she did it.

She would make it.

YOU AND I ARE GOING TOGETHER, WITH ME, TO THE VERY END! She roared inside, opening her eyes to give him one last victorious look.

No, no, why was he laughing? You're going to die, you bastard! Why are you laughing?! ---- J dont think so, you damn whore.

This time, I wont let you hurt my man, a voice cursed in her ear.

Mmmmnnnn, Lucrecia vomited more blood.

The flames still burned in the mirror behind her, from which a woman had emerged through the portal with a deadly sword that now pierced her chest.

The body of one of the most powerful witches was reduced to a wreck, Her once healthy, rosy flesh now hung from bare bones, shriveled as if thousands of years had suddenly crashed down upon her.

Without magic to sustain the shell of her beauty, her true ugliness was laid bare She looked down, her head hanging, to see the sharp blade impaled exactly where the last of her magic had gathered, now being completely consumed Sigrid watched her drop to her knees with a dull thud, hands bracing against the floor, stained with blood and filth.

With deep-seated hatred rooted in her soul, she tore the sword out of her body with ruthless force, without an ounce of mercy.

Lucrecia collapsed onto the tiles, crumbling, dying.

silas had drained her of all her power.

his is for that treacherous stab from that slave, she spat at her, spitting on her.

---- sigrid...

Silas immediately stepped closer, frowning.