The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 268

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In Silas's free hand, a lethal black dagger materialized, immediately aiming for Lucrecia's throat.

Both attacked at the same time, taking advantage of the element of surprise and their close proximity.

Only, it wouldn't be that easy.

The dagger and the devouring flames were suddenly swallowed by a dark mist.

Lucrecia's body vanished into nothingness, floating with black magic before reappearing a few meters away.

For a second, the three of them locked eyes.

"Who the hell are you?!" Lucrecia roared, scrutinizing Sigrid intently.

She hadn't seen this coming.

It couldn't be... Was that the power of a Selenia inside Electra?

"That doesn't matter. What matters is that you're going to die." Sigrid wasn't up for any more talking.

She summoned a sharp sword engulfed in bright blue flames and lunged at Lucrecia, who responded by conjuring her own fire-element sword.

They began to fight in the spacious room, tearing apart the furniture, exchanging every strike, every block, every assault with hatred.

Whoever this Selenia was, she fought fiercely.

No one had ever faced Lucrecia like this in hand-to-hand combat.

The combined attacks of kicks and punches, the swift and aggressive responses, reminded her of the fighting style of the Lycans.

Silas stood by, watching every direction, ready to intercept any sneaky attack against Sigrid.

He knew Lucrecia was a snake.

She never won fairly—she always had hidden traps.

Soon, Lucrecia's body began accumulating magical wounds that wouldn’t heal easily.

The flames started consuming the room, devouring everything in their path—except for the bed.

Lucrecia decided it was time to stop playing.

She launched a vicious attack at Sigrid, forcing her to step back.

In mere seconds, Silas watched as Lucrecia slashed a deep cut across her own neck, hissing tangled, cursed enchantments.

Her pupils turned into vertical slits, and white scales began to spread across her skin.

In the blink of an eye, the room filled with a white mist, cold as the peaks of the mountains.

He had seen her perform this spell once before, and he knew what was coming next.

"Watch out, Sigrid!" He lunged forward, grabbing her arm and throwing her to the ground.

From within the mist, the enormous head of a serpent struck like a spring-loaded trap—so fast it was impossible to track.

Its massive, venomous fangs sank into Silas’s arm, dragging him into the fog, transporting him elsewhere.

Lucrecia expected to see terror in his eyes—the same terror from when she kidnapped and violated that boy all those years ago.

But when Silas lifted his head again, even Lucrecia took a step back.

Those eyes—pitch-black voids, bottomless chasms—greeted her.

Overwhelming power surged from his masculine frame.

His hair shifted to a platinum hue, his features breathtakingly beautiful. He was himself—who he had been before she defiled him with her filth.

Yet, at the same time, everything was different.

"I think you made a mistake this time, you damned witch. I didn't fall into your trap—you fell into mine." Silas smirked, a twisted, deranged grin. "And don’t ever call me that filthy name again. My name is Silas!"

Lucrecia shuddered, watching that crushing, suffocating darkness radiate from him.

It couldn’t be what she was imagining—an elemental couldn’t achieve what she had sought for so long!

IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE!

The mirrors began to tremble violently, darkening, bubbling. Silhouettes—hands, legs, heads—pushed against the reflective surfaces, vibrating faster and faster.

CRACK! CRACK!

Fissures echoed from every direction, danger howling to be set free. Voices of ghosts, nightmares, pure malevolence clawed at reality.

And Silas was the darkest of them all—the King of Specters.

As all the shadows erupted from the shattered mirrors, the serpent lunged at Silas, jaws wide open, venom-dripping fangs ready to strike.