Novel & Cerita Regulus Arcturus Black

He wore black armor that reflected the bright light from her core. He didn't look at the mechanical monsters or the dying wolves; his hand remained raised, keeping the five hundred imperial crossbows locked onto the base of her skull. "The High Council did not authorize the resurrection of the First Register. Your dual-signature with the Blackwood upstart has triggered an automated format reset that we cannot contain. If I allow your core to remain active for another sixty seconds, the entire continent will revert to blank granite. I am closing the ledger." ​"You aren't closing anything, Garrett," Elara rasped, her teeth grinding against the metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

I stood there as a massive black hybrid creature, half-dragon, half-wolf, eyes burning bright blue. But I wasn’t the only one shifting. Crux watched me for barely a breath… and then he shifted too. And he did it casually. Effortlessly, like shedding skin. His form exploded outward, bigger than mine three times over. His wings stretched so wide they brushed the walls. His scales were blacker than night itself, drinking in every trace of light. Vanta Black, a rage dragon leader’s color, almost invisible at night. He was darker than the shadows. Only his molten eyes glowed fiercely, ancient, superior can be seen. He was the leader of Rage Dragon who he inherited from his mother.

Archie was a vampire regent; he lived in the forest nearby. He had been a friend to Celine’s mother. He looks like he could be thirty but no one knows how old he actually is, but he had mentioned millennia at some point. He’s lean and tall, with pale skin, a thin nose, and full lips. His round eyes were dark-brown like black coffee, and he was wearing all black suit and shirt, with the top button undone showing a hint of a tattoo George hadn’t noticed before.

Blackened steel encased his shoulders and chest, each plate etched with the sigil of the Alpha bloodline, a snarling wolf, its fangs bared in eternal defiance. Over one shoulder draped a heavy mantle of frost-kissed fur, the pelt of a beast hunted only in the northern wilds, its pale strands glinting silver beneath the gloomy clouds. Thick leather boots, strapped in dark iron buckles, sank into the snow without a sound. Gauntlets, ridged like the curve of claws, flexed with the faintest creak of leather over steel. At his hip hung a dagger honed for killing and a longer ceremonial blade, its hilt wrapped in black hide and marked with runes known only to the Alpha's bloodline.

Alpha Maximus Having spent the last few weeks travelling through every packhouse on the map. I sigh heavily from exhaustion, 'What's the name of the next pack' I ask Nathan. 'Blackwood, we will be there soon, but tomorrow night is a full moon. So I suggest we stay the extra night there to keep Chaos contained.' 'I suppose it's the safest thing to do,’ I say, agreeing with him.

There was even a mixture of black and red auras wildly leaping around the altar. A group of men in black garments were standing guard around the duo. Each of them emitted mighty auras, and they were all Transcendents. One of the men in black clothes approached a gallant lady and reported the current situation to her, “Miss Regulus, we have blocked all the roads around the premises, so that the masters can fight Wikkan with peace of mind later.” This lady was none other than Celia Regulus, the granddaughter of Silas Regulus, and Six Doors’ Red Phoenix.

retorted Chelsea as she once again threw another snow ball at his direction , this time Regulus was ready and once he had shaken and wiped off most of the snow that was coating his hair and face , he dodged the incoming snow bullet , grabbed some of the snow with a quick and agile cartwheel and threw it right back at her . " Oh my god ! You are crazy !" shrieked Chelsea when another snow ball hit after she has dodged the first , when she turned around to see what was actually happening, she was stunned . Behind her Regulus was on his knees and was shooting snow balls at her with an incredible speed that may leave even the machine gun behind . " I'm the leader of the seventh squadron , little

[Male lead's favorability point towards June Weng+5 current favorability points : 25%] Even though Omegas were male, they were a part of the reproduction and that made them look dainty, frail and have feminine looks making them attractive to the Alpha and Beta males. June studied Sirius who was fairly tanned with short dark hair. Sirius' dark eyes reminded June of the dark starless night. They looked so cold and expressionless but then again they held some warmth. Sirius placed his hand on June's shoulder and held him up but stopped when June let out a hiss. Every bruise in his body hurt and June's dainty hands clutched Sirius' blazer tightly, "I-I-I don't think I can walk." Sirius scooped J

"The Black Shaols are the hunters of the Illinor imprisoned by Blood Star Regulus. As you already knew, they are shadows of shape shifters. They can transform into any vicious predators. However, they can only transform once. They're murderous and bloodlust beasts when they are released." "These Black Shaols are ancient prisoners of Demetrius?" Jucel asked. If she's right, the Blood Star Regulus was way, way back before the Blood Star Shaula. Ciaran nodded. "They're ancient but easy to kill. However, using them as a hunter will diminish the number of their enemies and draining us of our powers. If not because of Chloe's foresight, we wouldn't be able to stay alive this time."

"Not yet. There's something else, please don't freak out okay? You need to switch off the light for this one though " She did so immediately. "The sunglass. I hope I won't see your eyeballs longer or something. I can't take more of that" Ray mumbled. Holding my breath, I shut my eyes tightly and removed the very thick black glass. Then letting out a breath, I slowly opened my eyes. "Holy shit!" Rachel screamed stumbling backwards. The faint blue glow from my eyes brightened the room a little bit, but just enough for me to see the fear on her face, as she almost tripped on a chair behind her while getting away from me.