The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- The frenzied attacks slammed into the ice shield controlled by the winter prince. Around him, massive, fierce wolves battled a wave of rabid beasts. The leader of the Swamp Pack roared to guide his warriors, but no matter how strong and wild they were, they couldn't stop all those creatures. "Ignacio, that's enough! What the hell is wrong with you?! Are you out of your mind?!" Aidan shouted.

Circles of frosted runes spun like gears around him, activating his defense, creating deadly ice spikes that erupted from the ground like lethal weapons. The layer of snow began to spread through the forest, freezing everything in its path. "Rooaarrrr" The Alpha Drakmor was trapped in the tragedy of the past, unable to think clearly. He charged at Aidan-despite the pact made at birth ---- that should've prevented him from killing the prince, even that had been forgotten.

Aidan braced for the clash of wills. He didn't want to hurt him, but he couldn't just keep defending himself. Icicle spears hovered high above Ignacio's head, but before they could drop, golden flashes lit up his animal eyes, making him growl in frustration. "Nyx, watch out!" Aidan yelled when he saw her flying over the battlefield. "I'll give you an opening to imprison him!" she shouted back, flapping her powerful black mist wings and sending gusts of wind through the air.noveldrama

The once-still waters began to tremble and stir, as if shadows were rising from the depths of the swamp. Suddenly, the battle froze and the air turned dangerous, heavy... selenic. Aidan stared at her, mesmerized. She had become something extraordinary-and at the same time, hauntingly beautiful. "Sel'varya lumeth... naevorin uthrael... KORAI'RHA! ELYNTHA MIR VORA'LUNAE!" Nyx roared with a guttural voice, baring massive fangs and crying out to the heavens.

Her sharp, hardened claws called to the Goddess above, summoning a storm of chaos that surged around her, ---- spinning like a whirlwind that engulfed her at the center. Wings flapped, and raven cries echoed from within. The red eyes of the Drakmor watched as a flock of golden ravens dove from the dark cloud above them. Beaks and claws, as hard as steel, carried the electrifying power of the Selenia. They pierced through the scales, shattering armor with each strike.

The werewolves leaped away from the blasts. The attack wasn't meant for them, but the power still terrified them. "AIDAN, NOW!" her mate's call pierced his mind.