The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- EXTRA XXVIII.

FULFILLING DESTINY NARRATOR The massive midnight-colored she-wolf, streaked with golden Jocks, sank her teeth viciously into the creature.

Anyone would have thought her jaws would pass through nothingness.

Brute force against something immaterial was a difficult battle.

However, Lyra, like her siblings, was a special being with unique abilities.

Aztoria, Lyras wolf, tore through the fragments of dark magic and devoured them, absorbing all the specters macabre energy something neither an ordinary wolf nor acommon Lycan could process in their body.

"These sons of bitches are pissing me off! Aahh!" Vicky roared, slashing deep wounds into both palms and pressing them against the ground.

Her lips began to chant rapid, incomprehensible spells.

The mountain trembled, the forest beneath them stirred.

As her fathers daughter and a descendant of the dark prince Zarek, she was calling upon some of his undead to aid them in battle.

It seemed the specters time was running out.

However, that light...

dancing in the air, at the edge of the abyss, above the clouds and beneath the moon.

That tiny sphere, which seemed to hold an entire galaxy within its core...

---- Exploded, without warning.

It shattered into countless fragments, blinding them with a surge of energy and tearing open ethereal portals to unknown realms.

Chanting voices echoed around them, silhouettes of tiny glowing figures danced hand in hand, flickering and darting like mischievous children.

"NYX, LYRA!" Laziel roared, lunging toward his sisters, unleashing all his power to grab them and pull them to safety.

He wanted to save them all, but selfishly, his mind took him to his sisters first.

"LAZIEL!" He heard their terror-filled voices.

Their desperate eyes met across the distance, and then The sensation of being sucked into a vortex that plunged them into total unconsciousness, dragging them through time and space.

Lavinia did everything in her power to activate her transmigration magic to escape, but she too was swallowed into the unknown.

"No, dont let go! Hold on tight!" Victoria roared, swaying in the gale, gripping the hands of the undead that had risen from the depths of the rocks.

Rousse, Zareks general, held on with everything he had.

He would ---- not let go of the little princess, even if his body shattered in the attempt.