How Did Regulus Black Die Novels & Stories

With a final shot, the legacy of Blackwood crumbled. As the building burned, I stood at the edge of the ruins, my heart beating with the power of a thousand storms. Eryx Blackwood was dead. Reagan’s empire was no more. But the fire… it had claimed something far greater than bloodlines. It had claimed my future.

Alpha Regis's passing would ignite a power struggle, and Ryker's ambitions would be unstoppable. Elisa and Elijah rushed to the Alpha's chamber, their hearts heavy with grief. The door creaked open, revealing a scene that would haunt them forever. Alpha Regis lay motionless on his bed, his once-strong frame now still and pale. Elisa's legs buckled, and she collapsed beside him, cradling his hand in hers. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Father... no, please don't leave me." Her body shook with sobs, mourning the loss of the man who had guided and protected her.

But the terror that had settled in my chest like a living thing suggested otherwise. Dad paced in front of the vending machines, his phone pressed to his ear as he spoke in the low, urgent tones of someone delivering bad news. He'd been on calls for the past hour—first with the police to give his statement, then with various contacts in the supernatural community to report the rogue's death, and now with the call I had been dreading. Alpha Marcus Blackwood. "Yes, sir, he's alive," James was saying, his voice carefully neutral. "But it's touch and go. The doctors said the knife nicked his subclavian artery. He lost a lot of blood before they could get him into surgery."

Angela exclaimed, making Regan sigh. "You're lucky you didn't die at my hands," Regan shouted, getting up from his seat. Regan walked over to Angela. "You're going to regret not killing me," snickered Fergus, and Regan ignored him. "We'd better wait for Ansel and the others. He was already weak and wouldn't be able to stand up. I've broken his leg," Regan shouted, to which Angela nodded. "Is that so?" Fergus muttered with a sinister smile. He took out a mini revolver hidden in between his arms.

Jess whispered. “About what?” He asked calmly. “About how your father died.” Jonathan dropped her hands and sat up straight. Jess had told him that Regan died due to a poisonous snake in the forest. One bite would prove to be fatal for even the strongest wolf. Once Jonathan became the next Alpha, he made sure there were no snakes left in the forest. He wouldn’t allow something like that to happen to another wolf in his pack. “He didn’t die from a snake,” she continued softly.

I said, noticing the strain it caused my father as he held his head in frustration. I am determined to apprehend those individuals who distribute drugs that lead to fatalities, including their accomplices. The circumstances surrounding Reggie's death were unusual, and it was only later that Alpha Anderson and I discovered he had succumbed to a substance known as "drain." We even uncovered a missing supply of this drug and suspect he may have been the one to consume it. Currently, our knowledge about this drug is limited.

"Wait... y-you don't know?" "Know what?" I probed further. Riley hadn't said anything yet, but the look on his face confirmed that whatever was going to leave his mouth was bad news. I'd rather not hear it, but oblivion wouldn't last forever. "Spit it out, boy!" Granark scolded with impatience. "What has happened to Reginald?" Riley wet his lips. "King Reginald is dead. He passed away a couple of weeks ago."

“You’ll be tortured slowly, stabbed multiple times! Deep enough to draw blood, but not enough to grant you a quick end! I'll have your head for this and let the crows pick at you! You filth! You stole my mate and now you've killed him!” The crowd roared in agreement. I was trembling, shaking my head in horror. I didn't do it. I couldn't remember anything that had happened, except from when he had summoned me to his bedroom. It was the annual pack celebration of the moon goddess, and during full moons like these, Cassian's sex drive usually skyrocketed. I had only gone to him to do my job as his mistress… only to wake up bloody, with him dead and bleeding on the floor. “Throw her in the dunge

But as I finished eating, a knot formed in my stomach. Baylee and Caden weren’t here. I hadn’t seen them. And something about their absence set my nerves on edge. I scanned the room. That’s when I noticed Reggie lying on the floor—completely buried under a pile of kids who were using him as a living beanbag. But even then, he didn’t miss a beat. He nodded toward the hallway. “I thought you knew. One of her wolves died in the fight.” My heart dropped. I looked at Drake. His eyes were wide. He hadn’t known either.

He stood there in his black hoodie, his handsome face marked with bruises, his knuckles wrapped in bandages. "Going somewhere, Hazel?" "Get out of my way, Killian," I sighed. "I don't have the strength to do this with you." We stared at each other for a long moment before he spoke. "Lucian is handled. You won't be seeing him again." "Am I supposed to thank you?" I snapped. "If you had just left me alone, none of this would have happened." I looked at the coffee. It was already getting cold. I threw it into the bin.