Regulus Arcturus Black Novels & Stories

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

Even more dark aura surged forth with increasing violence, cascading down like a waterfall to engulf Andrew. However, that red glow that had appeared was even more domineering. It instantly transformed into thin streaks of red lightning, flowing out from Arcturus' hand. Then, it rapidly spread across Fenrir's entire body, crackling and hissing as the dark aura froze momentarily before being rapidly dissolved. Andrew's pained expression was eased. But at this moment, another crisis emerged. The black vortex in the sky had nearly pressed down to ground level. From within it, the phantom of a massive wolf's head suddenly emerged, incredibly ferocious and vicious.

It is a legendary Black Diamond Dominion Card! A Black Diamond Card! A sacred token issued only to the elite rulers of the First Wolf King Lineage, carrying an automatic limit of ten million trade-tokens with no upper ceiling! How could a rejected moonborn like Gorgo ever hold such a legendary artifact in her fingers? The moment the server’s eyes land on the black diamond emblem, his entire demeanor shatters. He drops into an immediate, trembling bow, his face splitting into a dazzling smile. "My wolf will personally arrange the most luxurious grand suite for your presence, future Luna!"

The sun was now setting, casting long, bloody streaks of crimson and orange across the sky, bleeding through the high arched windows of the grand corridor. "Stay close to my flank, Natalie," Richard’s deep voice vibrated near my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. I looked up at him. He stood tall and imposing, dressed in formal Alpha regalia—a midnight-black leather coat with heavy silver buckles, his chest adorned with the crest of the Blackwood lineage. His silver eyes were devoid of any warmth, focused entirely on the heavy doors ahead. The scent of cinnamon and bitter chocolate rolled off him in suffocating waves, a display of pure, unadulterated dominant power meant to cr

team. "The Sovereign unit is 'Out of Bounds'," the Lead Editor announced, his voice a sound of paper being torn. "This area is for 'De-commissioned Assets' only. The Alpha-Regent has completed his cycle. He is currently being 'Re-mastered' for a new sector." "He's not a master!" Lyra screamed, her obsidian blade igniting in a flurry of violet sparks. "He's my mate! And you are not taking him to another sector!"

White Arc's voice sounded "We are one" I replied him lightly. "So when would you see he" He asked me. "I never liked her?" I raised my brows at his questions. White Arc's dislike for Regina is something I know. "I don't hate her either. Since the moon goddess made her our mate, then there must be a reason." He said. "It has nothing to do with me" I said. "Very soon the pill won't be able to control the Blood Hatred, It will no longer be about losing control.

They 'Monetized' our 'Universe' to 'Balance' the 'Ledger' of the 'Infinite'. Dominic Thorne stepped to her side, his "Ice-King" presence a "Dark-Vortex" in the white. He wasn't wearing his charcoal suit anymore; he was clothed in "Resonance-Armor" of "Vantablack-Indigo," his "Somatic-Grafts" pulsing with a "Nuclear-Authority." He looked at the "Grid," his "Ice-Blue" eyes "Locking" onto the "Source-Code" of the $1,000,000 contract.

[The Somatic Key] The cellar door didn't just yield; it disintegrated under the force of a synchronized kinetic blast. Through the settling dust, four Ghost units materialized, their movements eerily fluid, as if they were sharing a single nervous system. But it was their visors that froze my blood. The standard icy blue of the Regency had been replaced by a pulsating, oily black—the signature of the Heir’s total neural takeover. "Dante!" I screamed, but the word was cut short as the lead soldier moved with a speed that defied human reflexes.

"I have intel. His offshore accounts are shaky because of the new tariffs. If we hit his supply chain at the port next Tuesday, he'll bleed ten million a day." Damian raised his glass. "That's my bloodthirsty librarian." I didn't laugh. Revenge wasn't funny. It was a slow, meticulous art. My phone buzzed. An unknown number. Unknown: I know about your deal with Kael. Meet me tomorrow. The Tea Garden, 2 PM. Come alone, or I go to the press. I showed Damian. His jaw tightened. "That's Julian's private number," he said. "He's already trying to blackmail you. The man has no shame."

They moved in unison, closing in on the wild Vampire, their hands firm as they forcefully pried his jaws apart, disregarding his frenzied struggles. Regan's gaze flickered momentarily to Arin, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind. Was Arin truly prepared to carry out his threat of severing the Vampire's tongue, or was it a strategic ruse? Yet, as Regan met Arin's icy gaze, he found no trace of hesitation or mercy, only an unwavering resolve fueled by a chilling determination.