The Lycan King Eclipse

The Lycan King Eclipse

Kel Davids

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When the Lycan King Eryndor emerges from centuries of slumber, he finds his kingdom in ruin and his kind hunted to near extinction. Betrayed by those he once trusted, he must reclaim his throne and rebuild his empire. But his path crosses with Aria, a spirited and mysterious woman with secrets of her own. Bound by an ancient prophecy, Aria holds the key to Eryndor's survival-and the power to destroy him. As enemies close in and alliances crumble, they are forced to trust each other. But in a world of bloodlust and betrayal, love may be the most dangerous force of all. Will the Lycan King protect his legacy, or will his heart cost him everything?

The Lycan King Eclipse Chapter 1 1

The cavern pulsed with a faint, otherworldly glow, the silver veins etched into its stone walls thrumming like a heartbeat. Eryndor stirred within his ancient prison, his mind a haze of memories and pain. Chains, forged from the blood of moons and the magic of traitors, coiled tightly around his wrists and ankles. Each link had sapped his strength for centuries, holding him in a state between life and death.

A single sound cut through the stillness: a faint, rhythmic tapping. It grew louder, echoing against the cavern walls until it became a hammering roar. The chains trembled and rattled, their ancient spellwork faltering under the relentless vibration.

Eryndor's eyes snapped open, glowing amber in the dim light. His senses returned in a rush-he could smell the damp earth, hear the rustle of unseen creatures, and feel the burn of the chains still trying to bind him. Rage flooded his veins, awakening the beast within. His voice, deep and guttural, filled the cavern.

"Who dares disturb me?"

The tapping ceased. For a moment, the only sound was the echo of his own voice. Then came the faint shuffle of footsteps, hesitant and uneven. A figure emerged from the shadows, carrying a flickering torch. It was a woman, her face half-hidden by a dark hood.

"You're real," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Eryndor narrowed his eyes. "You've risked much to find this place. Speak quickly before I decide to end you."

The woman hesitated, then lowered her hood, revealing striking features-high cheekbones, storm-gray eyes, and a cascade of dark hair that fell in loose waves. "My name is Aria. I seek the Lycan King."

"You've found him," Eryndor growled, testing the chains that held him. They creaked in protest, cracks forming in their magical glow. "But I don't recall inviting you into my tomb."

"This isn't a tomb," Aria said, her voice gaining strength. "It's a prison, and you don't belong here. I came to-" She faltered, her gaze dropping to the chains. "To set you free."

Eryndor laughed, a low, bitter sound. "Free me? Do you know what you're unleashing?"

"I know enough," Aria replied. She stepped closer, holding the torch high. The firelight danced across her features, revealing a resolve that surprised him. "Your kind is dying. The Lycans are scattered, hunted. Without their king, they have no hope."

Eryndor's laughter died. Her words stung more than the chains biting into his flesh. He had once ruled a thriving kingdom, his people strong and united. To hear of their downfall was a blow he hadn't prepared for.

"And what of humans?" he asked, his voice sharp. "Do they celebrate our extinction?"

"Some do," Aria admitted. "Others are afraid. But there are those who still believe in the old ways. In balance."

Eryndor studied her, his keen eyes noticing the way she shifted her weight, her hand hovering near the dagger at her waist. She wasn't entirely at ease, despite her boldness. "You're not telling me everything."

"I don't owe you my life story," she shot back.

"Perhaps not. But if you're here to free me, you'd best do it quickly. These chains won't hold much longer, and when they break, so does my patience."

Aria hesitated only a moment before reaching into her satchel. She produced a vial of dark liquid, its contents swirling like shadows trapped in glass. "This should weaken the spell long enough for you to break free."

"Should?" Eryndor arched a brow.

"It's ancient magic," Aria admitted. "I had to rely on fragments of knowledge to even find you. If you'd prefer to stay chained, I can-"

"Pour it," he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Aria uncorked the vial and poured its contents onto the chains. The liquid hissed and smoked as it met the metal, eating away at the spell like acid. The glowing runes flickered and dimmed, their power unraveling.

Eryndor roared, summoning all his strength. The beast within surged, his muscles bulging and veins darkening. With a final, bone-rattling growl, he snapped the chains, sending shards of broken metal flying across the cavern.

The force of his release knocked Aria to the ground. She scrambled back, her dagger drawn, as Eryndor stood to his full height. He towered over her, his amber eyes blazing and his body radiating raw power.

"You're lucky I don't kill you," he said, his voice a low rumble.

"I just saved your life," Aria retorted, her grip tightening on the dagger. "If you're going to kill me, at least do it after I've explained why I came."

Eryndor stepped closer, his movements fluid and predatory. He could smell her fear, but beneath it was something else-determination. "Speak quickly, little human."

Aria rose to her feet, refusing to cower. "You were betrayed, weren't you? By someone close to you."

Eryndor's expression darkened. Memories surfaced unbidden: the council chamber, the poisoned wine, the flash of steel as his most trusted ally turned on him. "Go on," he said through gritted teeth.

"The traitor's descendants still hold power," Aria continued. "They've built an empire on the ruins of your kingdom. And they're using it to exterminate the Lycans."

Eryndor's fists clenched, his claws extending involuntarily. The thought of his people-his legacy-being erased filled him with fury. "Why do you care?"

"I have my reasons," Aria said, her gaze steady. "But you don't have to trust me. Just know that if you want revenge-and to save what's left of your kind-you'll need my help."

Eryndor stared at her for a long moment. The beast within him growled its discontent, urging him to reject this fragile human. But there was something about her-something he couldn't quite place.

"Very well," he said at last. "But understand this: if you betray me, I'll make you regret it."

Aria nodded, slipping the dagger back into its sheath. "Fair enough."

Eryndor turned toward the cavern entrance, his senses sharpening. The world beyond awaited, a world he hadn't seen in centuries. He inhaled deeply, catching the scent of pine and distant rain.

"You've woken a storm," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Aria followed him, her footsteps light but deliberate. "Good. A storm is exactly what we need."

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“When the Lycan King Eryndor emerges from centuries of slumber, he finds his kingdom in ruin and his kind hunted to near extinction. Betrayed by those he once trusted, he must reclaim his throne and rebuild his empire. But his path crosses with Aria, a spirited and mysterious woman with secrets of her own. Bound by an ancient prophecy, Aria holds the key to Eryndor's survival-and the power to destroy him. As enemies close in and alliances crumble, they are forced to trust each other. But in a world of bloodlust and betrayal, love may be the most dangerous force of all. Will the Lycan King protect his legacy, or will his heart cost him everything?”
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