The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 187

SIGRID

"What is this? Oh, fuck—" I huffed, staring at what I had grabbed in my rush.

I wanted to smack myself.

They were blueprints for a magical artifact—one that allowed you to enter someone’s dreams, leave messages, commands, or even torment them with their worst nightmares.

"What am I supposed to do with this now? Sneak into Dave’s dream and mess with him for a bit?" I muttered, considering it—but then discarded the thought with mild irritation.

All that effort for nothing.

He had let me read every single one of his books—except this one. And curiosity was eating me alive.

What the hell was so forbidden about these writings?

I walked toward the hidden well deep within the forest—always shrouded in dark mist, a place no one dared to enter, standing at the very edge of the palace’s borders.

Years ago, I had created a teleportation spell here—one that allowed me to instantly travel to my father’s lands.

My eyes landed on a cluster of black lilies. Mom loved them.

So, I started picking some for her. She was probably having afternoon tea with Grandma right now.

Smiling, I walked happily toward the old well. No one used it anymore—it had dried up years ago.

Holding my bouquet of lilies, I whispered the incantation, swinging my leg over the edge before throwing myself into the void—just as I had done countless times before.

I never imagined that, at that exact moment, the sun would vanish completely—plunging the world into absolute darkness.

I fell deep. The shadows devoured me.

My legs should have touched gravel near the Black Lake by now. Instead, they plunged into icy water—a hungry beast that began swallowing me whole.

I struggled, kicking my legs and thrashing my arms, shocked, panicked. Everything felt unreal.

I called upon my magic—summoning every ounce of my Selenia power, roaring in my veins—

And nothing. Nothing worked.

Water rushed into my mouth, bubbles escaping in bursts, my lungs burning in their desperate fight for oxygen.

I clutched my throat in terror, death’s icy claws creeping closer—until light flooded my mind.

"Sigrid, my child…"

I stood in a strange, brilliant place.

My boots created ripples on the water’s surface—it looked like a tranquil lake.

"Who are you?" I asked the empty air.

Above me, glistening constellations shifted—stars dancing across an endless sky.

"I am your mother… your creator. And I need your help, my Selenia. In your hands lies my redemption—the key to correcting the past… your present… and the future."

"Is this the Calling?" My heart pounded erratically.

I thought…

I thought that with Grandma Gabrielle’s sacrifice, the Selenias would no longer be treated like lambs to the slaughter.

"Let’s just say this is a special Calling—one only you can fulfill. And if you succeed… it will be the last sacrifice of any of my children."

I hesitated. Silent.

A certain someone—whose name started with Z and ended in K—had once told me that the Goddess was a deceitful liar.

"I will not force you… but I will show you a glimpse of what is to come."

And then— I saw it. All of it.

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