The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 243, CUNNING PLANS NARRATOR Now everything made sense in the fragmented memories Meridiana had stolen from the young mage. One specific spell kept repeating in that witch's mind like a loop. She didn't want to forget it, so she recited it over and over again. Meridiana learned it from her: the way to slowly extract the dangerous energy from this crystal. It was just a fragment, stolen by the imprisoned witches.

They managed to pass it on-at great cost-to the girl who served as Celia's slave. She was their hope, because she had the chance to escape the fortress and steal the crystal's magic to grow stronger. Find more witch clans, plan their rescue... Obviously, she hadn't been able to do any of that. She even had to get rid of the crystal during a checkpoint search or they would've caught her.

"This is clearly something important..." Rousse reached the ---- same conclusion, pulling out a handkerchief to wrap it up. He felt uneasy, didn't want to touch it anymore. "We can't let it fall into the hands of any wolf." Suddenly, Marius took a step forward with a look like he'd just remembered something really unpleasant, because he had. "Why? Rousse raised an eyebrow. Clearly, no one had told that vampire any details, especially not the true origin of that power stolen from the fortress.

"I... heard it from someone... this was the dark magic the wolves used to subdue and enslave us." Rousse stared at him intently. He was growing more and more convinced this guy's story had holes everywhere. "Well, now it's in good hands. Let's go," he said, starting to walk away. He was anxious to speak to Victoria. They had to figure out how to infiltrate the fortress. "Rousse, I'll carry it, give it to me. I know it hurts," Meridiana whispered in his ear.

---- Her magic was already so dark, a little more wouldn't taint her pure soul She and Rousse were quietly discussing how to use this to their advantage. But behind them, Marius was doing the same. Of course he'd lied; he'd never tell them he was one of the noble vampire slave drivers.

Nor where he recognized the taste of that incredible magic from His eyes gleamed like that night when the werewolves had taken them by surprise in their beds They'd been tossed into the sewers by the Lord to die for rebelling. Dracomir and his beasts seemed defeated, as always. The vampires believed they'd won. Another rebellion crushed. But no one could explain how they survived. Least of all that colossal beast that tore through the soldiers, killing and slaughtering everything in its path.noveldrama