James Potter X Regulus Black Novels & Stories

Just then I caught a smell I realized was familiar… After a moment I discovered it was coming from the mug of tea in the Alpha’s hands. Reaching over, I took the mug from his unresisting hands. I took a small sip - And immediately spit it out. “I know what this is,” I gasped. “It’s poison! And it’s illegal!” Beta Evan took the mug from me, smelling its contents. “The tea is illegal? What’s in it?” “A mixture of herbs - a very specific mixture that has been outlawed in the Royal territory for decades. It’s…well, basically it’s a form of mind control.”

From the chain around my neck, I pulled out the small silver pendant that marked my identity within the pack hierarchy. Few people knew what it really meant. Even fewer knew about the bloodline it represented. I moved to the desk in the corner and pulled out a piece of paper. My hands trembled as I picked up the pen. "I am Aria Blackwood," I wrote carefully. "Elder Magnus, someone has murdered a Child of the Moon. The signs were there from birth—the silver eyes, the crescent birthmark, the unusual strength. My son carried the old blood, and now he is dead by silver poisoning in a cage of torment."

And then I saw him. Skyler stood by the bar, a beer in hand, laughing at something Ronan said. He wore all black—black jeans, black t-shirt stretched across his broad chest, black leather jacket slung over one shoulder. His dark hair was slightly mussed, like he'd been running his hands through it. He was perfect. He was everything. My wolf surged forward with sudden, overwhelming force. *MATE.* The word exploded through my consciousness like a bomb. I gasped, stumbling, catching myself on a nearby table. The world tilted, colors too bright, sounds too loud, and through it all, a golden thread unfurling from my chest and stretching across the room toward him.

Hazel’s POV I knelt beside Ulysses’s bed in the hidden chamber where loyalists had moved him after the coup. The room was small and damp. Underground. Safe. The silver wound in his chest had stopped bleeding but it wasn’t healing properly. Silver poisoning prevented normal werewolf regeneration completely. He was feverish and delirious. His skin was too hot when I touched his forehead carefully. Uma changed his bandages with shaking hands. Her face was drawn with exhaustion and grief.

Can't a girl catch a break. I heard their bones start to crack as they shift back into their original form naked. There didn't look ashamed of standing naked instead both if them looked surprised of me not standing naked with them. In their dreams. They looked at me with pure hate,I couldn't recognize them but I had a feeling they weren't part of the midnight pack and they weren't rogues either. "So she is the famous Alpha Black, the one we were sent to kill."The skinny wolf said ,he has scars all over his body and his dick was short. You won't blame me it was so funny.

Livid, Regulus spat a mouthful of blood and said to Kiran, “My only regret is leaving you as a remnant. If Zara hadn’t interceded, I would have wiped out the Xander family too, so you wouldn’t have had the chance to rise again! “I didn’t lose to you. I lost to the backward members of Imperial Dragon. It was them who ruined Wolfgate. “Now that Wolfgate is gone, they will never discover the secret of Dragonsmount.” Kiran stared at the enraged and sorrowful Regulus, saying, “It’s all in the past!” Regulus got even angrier. “Kiran, someone must kill…” Boom! There was a sound like a bursting watermelon, followed by the sight of red and white brain matter splattering in the air. With a single sta

Professor McGonagall, seeing the face of the ratty man, gasps. "That's impossible!" "What's impossible, Minerva?" Amelia asks her. "That's Peter Petigrew, he should have been dead!" One of Amelia's brows goes up at that, and Professor Snape moves to have a better vision. Looking at the double stunned ratty man, he nods. "Indeed, it is Petigrew. It seems that Black is incompetent as ever." Having the identity of the man confirmed, Susan says from the back, at Erik's side, and with mirth in her eyes.

He had planted himself to the opposite wall of the room , craning his neck trying to dodge the maids who were trying to kiss him on the cheek but it hardly mattered as those kisses were being planted on his neck . " My ..My ... Poor Sir Regulus " said the Emperor worrily not sounding worried at all about her brother at all , infact he looked as if he was enjoying himself . " Father you .." Rogue for the hundredth time pinched the space between his eyes in an attempt to rein control of his temper " Sir Ron and Sir Malcolm, please go and help out Sir Regulus. I don't think a matter such as a leader of a squadron being forced is something we need right now "

"What you're doing now isn't love. It's because you can't stand losing control." She paused, her gaze clear but utterly cold. "But I don't need it anymore. We don't need you." Regulus' entire body shook. A metallic sweetness surged up his throat. He couldn't hold himself up any longer and collapsed heavily to his knees. All his schemes and disguises had been nothing but a joke to her. She knew everything and endured it all because she'd already let go.

I nodded. She didn’t need to explain further I got it. My regeneration had impressed them. We fell quiet as the big screen lit up with the next match. My assistant nudged me to watch. It was Oryndor Blackveil against another male contestant. Oryndor looked bored as usual, but the other guy… his face screamed danger. I could already tell they’d be pulling out potions. Sure enough, before the fight even started properly, the guy downed a whole vial.