Regulus Black Books の小説・ストーリー

My poetic mind was already reading meaning to it. He painted everything black, but mine was colorful…Should I be flattered? My eyes were still darting around his space when they fell on a ‘Black book’ on his bedside table. I hadn’t noticed the book before. Its leather cover was worn, almost ancient-looking, and across the front were silver words that read: “The Lords’ Undefiable Rules.” Jeremy read too? The idea of Jeremy reading came weird to me. Someone like him wouldn’t care so much about reading through the pages of a book or maybe I was wrong. Maybe I didn’t know Jeremiah Carter too well.

I stared at my toes in boredom, I knew this would come up at the meeting today. "My Lord, I ask that you rectify this rumour, I know it can't be true, so I plea that you address the people to put their hearts at peace." He said and the congregation of Alphas nodded in agreement. Beta Cenat opened his mouth to reply but I cut him off. "It's true." There was silent among the men for a minute. "What do you mean Lycan King?" The shocked Alpha asked in confusion. "Give them the details Beta Cenat." I ordered.

Amora had only been in this room twice, but compared to Lysander’s place, Regis’s room felt much more comfortable. “This room really reflects the person,” Amora murmured, noting how cold Regis’s room felt with no bright colors dominating the space. Her steps halted when she spotted a separate room within the bedroom. Inside were various clothing items and accessories belonging to Regis. “He really loves black, huh?” Amora thought as she saw almost all of Regis's clothes were in the same color, black. She examined the display case filled with ties, watches, shirt pins, cufflinks, and several rings adorned with tiny diamonds inside a glass box.

The floor is pure white stone, cold as winter snow under my bare feet. In the dead centre sits the obsidian table. On top of it lies the black book. It is massive, bound in iron and dragon-hide, requiring the strength of two alpha lycans just to shift it from the stone. But only royal blood can break the seal. I place my right palm flat against the cold leather. "Adriel of the House of Luperca." The iron clasps snap open with a loud click. The pages begin to turn on their own, flipping through centuries of dead kings and forgotten wars until they stop at my own generation.

I rounded a corner, turned left down a tighter row, and— Stopped. There, nestled between two massive grimoires, was a book that didn’t belong. It was smaller, wrapped in black hide, no title. A circular crest gleamed faintly on the cover, a silver wolf’s head bisected by a black sword, the same we saw in the tunnel the other day. I knew that crest, its Blackwood sigil. My lungs tightened. My hand moved before my brain could catch up. I pulled the book free. Dust billowed, I coughed hard.. My heart beat faster.

“You want a place? Who the hell do you think you are?” He didn’t stop until Joanna had completely miscarried. But as a result, the company’s shares plummeted even more, and Jack ended up behind bars for intentional assault. Meanwhile, Cameron never stopped offering his blood for my medicine. When I refused, he would secretly do it anyway. Blood was the foundation of vitality. The boy who had once been full of energy now had sunken eyes and was nothing but skin and bones. Knowing the mistakes he had made in the past, he didn’t dare to face me.

I made a copy and dove into its contents, tracing back every note and figure, right to where I had last left it before Marce took the files yesterday. I searched deeply but hit a dead end on the name listed under the Luna Asset Fund. Frustrated, I sighed. Then I tried another method, one Bright would have used. Bright, the wizard with codes and computers. It took less than a minute before the name appeared on the screen and my heart sank. Kade King Majesty. The name I had grown to fear. The very person I wanted to expose. A chill ran through me, and the ache in my heart returned. Why now? Why did it hurt?

She fumbled it into the lock and twisted. Clack. The tumblers gave way with a heavy, oily thud. Lina lifted the lid. "Well?" Sophia prompted, her voice tight. Lina shone her light inside. No gold. No letters. Just a single, leather-bound ledger, its spine cracked like old bone. "It’s an accounting book," Lina whispered, flipping through pages of dense, handwritten ink. "Logistics, Soph. Dates, weights, coordinates. It’s not just money—it’s the cargo."

This might be my chance to get revenge and achieve my goal. However, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. His appearance, as though under duress. He was dressed in a jet black suit which hugged his broad masculine shoulders. Looking serious yet charming. His pants go with the same color, his hair neatly groomed to the back except for a strand that dangles freely. My world stopped for a moment as a gush of memory filled my head. I cleared my throat for him to know I meant business. I held his gaze, instead of warmth, it was replaced with an icy hostility.