How Old Was Regulus Black When He Died Novels & Stories

“You don’t understand Reginald. Our plans wouldn’t work if you end her life. You’ll only make things worse.” Reginald snorted, his hand tightening around the gun. “Do you think I care about her life, Rachel? Do you think she would be the first woman, the first wife I’d married to die here? My father will cover it up, like they always do. Besides, this has no fucking link to us. Remember our plan right? We arrived at this scene and met their dead bodies. There were attacked by rogues on their way to run away with the golden eyes eagle and killed due to their resistance.”

Chapter 38 ‍Two years after Raymond returned to the war... (Regal was now twenty while Alex was sixteen) "Please calm down your Majesty," Wilson said as Regal paced from one side of the room to another restless. "How am I supposed to do that?" Regal yelled. "If truly the king is dead, you must maintain your calm. We can't afford for the public to see you weak!" Wilson scolded. "Seriously! Is that what I should be thinking of right now uncle?" Regal scoffed in unbelief, his eyes red with anger.

Black has been a knight for as long as he can remember and never has he seen such a gruesome body. But it wasn't the way she was killed that made them cry in grief, it was the fact that the girl was around 8 years old. She was just a little girl, full of dreams and hopes for the future. How could someone be so cruel as to hurt and kill an innocent child over something that wasn't even related to her? Black could still remember the scent of grief and pain coming from Killian when he heard the news and especially when he insisted on seeing the body. Even though Black was adamant not to show him since he knows how harsh

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.

“We don’t know. The Moon Goddess gives us a host, and we open our eyes inside them. However, she visited me the night of Tatum’s birth. Said I wasn’t supposed to be in this body. However, it was too late to change it. The only thing I could do was to protect this child. Danger was in her future. I don’t know from what.” “How old is Black’s son?” Maddox asked Cade. “He has two. Most people only know about the younger one. However, he had an older son that was born from a whore he got pregnant. His birthday is the same as ours.” “How old is he?” Maddox asked again. “18.” “Do you think they have been spying on Tatum or your dad to see if she has the wolf that was supposed to go to him?” Maddox

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.

She saw the muscle in his jaw move seconds before he squeezed the trigger. She had angered him by staring and knew it was the end for her. BANG! The sound was deafening as everything went black. Regina woke up a few minutes later when she saw a bright light shining ahead of her. ‘This is it. I’m dead, and I’ll never see my family again.’ ‘I don’t want to go into the light. I’m not ready.’ Regina frowned when the light disappeared. ‘Am I going to hell?’ ‘This is so ironic. I tried to live a decent life, yet I’m heading to the dark place.’

"She killed my mother just because she refused to work for the Blackwood. She was threatened by her." I felt sick. Eleanor had taken so much from Serena. Her dignity, her peace and her mother too. "There's more," Detective Morrison said. "We also connected her to the case of Lucas Blackwood's death." I sat up straighter. "My grandfather?" "Yes. He died fifteen years ago. The official cause was a heart attack. But we've been reviewing the autopsy and something doesn't add up." "What do you mean?" Victoria asked. Her voice was tight. "Lucas Blackwood was in perfect health with no history of heart problems, no warning signs. And yet he suddenly dropped dead at the age of sixty two. It's possibl

He stopped right in front of me. “How old are you?” The question hit me completely unprepared. ‘Twenty-four.’ Victor closed his eyes for a moment. Like he's expecting. Like he remembers something. Then he took a look at my mother on the photo. His hands trembled easily. “That was just before he disappeared.” A clot formed in my neck. “Death?” Victor looked at me. And this time there was no cold in his sight. Just something that almost seemed like regret. “My son, Elias Blackwood, officially died in a car accident.”

LUCIAN The court was louder than usual. Sharp, restless and tensed voices carried across the marble floor. Word of Ramond Blackwood’s death had reached every corner of the capital before morning bells. Ramond had lived forty years, long enough to serve the crown faithfully and also long enough to bury too many of his own. He was one of the few Blackwoods who had remained in the ministry since youth. Most had been forced out, worn down, or buried beside my parents two decades ago.