The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 68

CELINE

I thought my time had come to die—I honestly never imagined it would end like this.

An agonizing pain tore through my wolf's back, forcing me to shift immediately into my hybrid form, with some vampire traits, hissing menacingly from a corner, surrounded by cruel enemies.

I pressed my hand against the deep wound that pierced me from my back to my stomach, enduring as best I could, but I wouldn't survive if they attacked again.

Suddenly, a blood-chilling roar echoed, reverberating through the ancient walls.

Just like me, everyone turned in unison to witness something unbelievable.

Valeria was rising from her dark corner, the rigid body of that child lying lifeless on the ground as she advanced, step by step, hissing like a predatory beast about to strike.

"S-Sir... what is that?"

"It's just a mangy bitch trying to intimidate us! Stop playing hero, or I'll kill this woman worse than I did the brat!" the vampire in charge shouted, but I could feel the fear thickening the air.

"Aaaahhh!" The first of them screamed as Valeria emerged from the shadows, tearing his head clean off with sharp, black claws that had grown from her nails.

In an instant, pandemonium broke out inside the sanctuary of the Goddess.

I cowered against the wall, watching her with fear. What exactly was this woman?

Her aura had completely changed—it was oppressive, suffocating, making you tremble with pure terror.

Just looking into her crimson eyes, like two drops of blood, ethereal and filled with hatred and darkness, sent shivers down my spine.

Bulging black veins circled her eyes, trailing down her unnaturally pale skin to her neck.

Valeria moved like the shadows themselves, a dark mist cloaking her entire body like a black shroud, becoming her ally.

The screams of those vampires filled the chamber as blood splattered the walls and floor.

They had been impossible for me to defeat, yet she was slicing through them like butter, ripping out their hearts and crushing them in her fists.

She moved so fast that sometimes I couldn't even follow her with my eyes, and soon, almost no one was left standing.

My gaze shifted for a moment to the vampire in charge, who was hiding behind his men and now running toward the child's body. What was he planning?

A flash of silver caught my eye as I saw him from across the room, pulling the relic from Edward's shoulder where it was still lodged.

He was trying to escape with it!

I straightened up to shout at Valeria, but I froze as she appeared behind him like a messenger of death.

He felt her presence too, spinning around quickly to attack with that dark energy blade he had summoned—the same one he had used to wound me.

Valeria stopped it with her bare hand. Her long black claws sparked against the vampire's energy.

He tried to threaten her, shouting nervous insults as his arms shook with the effort, but Valeria seemed completely unaffected.

She just stared at him—then, suddenly, her lips curled into a sinister smile, sharp fangs emerging from her gums. The deadly blade began to dissolve between her fingers, vanishing as though its darkness was being absorbed by Valeria herself.

The vampire's face, like mine, contorted with shock and disbelief.

"It can't be... you... you can't be her... her daughter..." he stammered, terror flooding his eyes.

"Don't kill me! I'll serve you! I'll help you take the throne! I'll be your slave!" he screamed, shifting into a submissive stance, even starting to kneel.

But Valeria seized his throat at lightning speed, slamming him against the wall and strangling him.

The vampire's feet kicked wildly, his hands clawing desperately at hers, trying to pry off the deadly grip sinking into his neck.

A high-pitched, bone-chilling shriek escaped Valeria's lips, making me shiver as every hair on my body stood on end.

From the shadows swirling around her back, two massive wings unfurled—crow feathers as black as the void, each tipped with sharp, talon-like barbs.

"I curse you so the Goddess will never welcome you into her embrace. May you wander as a lost soul through the wastelands of darkness," she declared, her voice unearthly, guttural, almost inhuman.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

The massive wings beat once, scattering dark feathers into the air, and the sharp barbs lashed down again and again, piercing the vampire's chest as his agonized screams echoed, his blood splattering across Valeria's face and body.

I could feel the strength of that man—he was overwhelmingly powerful, capable of rivaling my brother, an elite Lycan.