Regulus Black Books Novels & Stories

Belle leaned closer, curiously peeking over his shoulder. "What is that?" she asked softly when she noticed her name appearing repeatedly throughout the pages. "The family registry," Ethan explained with a gentle smile. "Starting today, you will officially become a DelValle heir. You'll receive shares in several companies under the DelValle Group of Companies." Belle's eyes widened. "W-What?" Her jaw nearly dropped. She stared at him in complete disbelief, unable to process what she had just heard. The overwhelming reality of Ethan's words left her speechless.

He collapsed into the mud, too weak to even crawl. As I looked at the figure curled up on the ground, I felt nothing at all. No fear, no satisfaction, not even a trace of pity. It was like watching a cheap farce. When everyone finally tired themselves out, the man struggled to lift his head. His face was a mess of purple and blue, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Selena, it's me, Cade. I'm your Wolf King. Your destined mate!" Julian strolled over casually, an elegant yet cruel smile curving his lips.

"Vargo and Magnus. They keep referencing a 'Black Ledger.' It has the names of every wolf they took, every experiment, every transaction." ‎ ‎"Where is it?" ‎ ‎"Julius’s private office," Mira said. "In the West Wing. But Celeste... it's a fortress. It has retinal scanners. Voice print locks." ‎ ‎"Not the office," I said, thinking back to the layout I had seen when Vargo dragged me in. "The office is a decoy. Julius is an invalid. He doesn't go to the office. He stays in his quarters." ‎ ‎I remembered the keycard I had stolen from Beth.

It had once turned into a nightmare, leaving a trail of broken hearts and shattered dreams in its wake. Adrian starts crying and regrets what a big mistake he has made. He realizes that with his own hands, he killed the girl who truly loved him and killed his own baby, who was not even born yet. The pain of killing his own baby makes him look at Bella, and Bella’s words echo in his ears: "You will regret it."

"Alpha! What's wrong? What did I do?" Regulus looked down at her, his gaze utterly devoid of warmth. Alice had taken a position that didn't belong to her, stolen everything that should have been Leah's and the pup's. Regulus' voice was cold as ice. "You did nothing wrong. The mistake is you being here at all. You shouldn't have a mark that was never meant for you." Alice's face went pale, her voice trembling. "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said." Without a moment's hesitation, Regulus turned and walked straight toward the altar. His stride was firm, the violence radiating from him so intense that every guard along the way dropped to their knees in fear.

It must be a coincidence and the media just blew it out of proportion just for buzz. I swallowed my fear and mustered the courage to check it out. I wish I hadn't but how could I have kept ignoring it. Hailey was right after all. Marcus lied to me just to go out and meet Anna. All the pictures and videos were posted by Anna with the caption, “ If he is yours, he will find his way back to you.”

Zara stepped in gently, as if afraid to wake the ghosts of the room. Her hand moved along the edge of a dusty shelf, then across the spines of books—most untouched for years. She didn’t know what she was looking for. Maybe just a moment of escape. Then she saw it. Nestled beneath an old sketchpad, slightly curled from age, was a small black notebook. The leather was soft, almost fragile. A faint scrawl of ink on the cover read simply: Regan. Her fingers hovered over it for a beat. Then, carefully, she picked it up.

He was simply stating facts, and that made them hurt more. “I want to prove myself,” I said quietly. “I need to. For Adele. For the crown that was taken from me.” Tyson flicked ash from the cigarette. “Good. Because I need you to prove it too.” He looked at me directly. “Do you know about the Black Book?” I shook my head. “No.” He took one last drag and dropped the cigarette into the water. It hissed and disappeared. “It’s a book that holds the darkest secrets of the royal family. It will deliver the royal family straight to my hands.”

“There's a way to stop Rhaegal. It's all in there,” I sighed, taking his words with a big doubt. “How could such a book exist yet I know nothing about it?” “It's too small to be noticed. Most times overlooked,” he remarked. I started my way down the rows and columns of the shelves. “What more do you know about this book?” Silas’s eyes followed my every move as he spoke, voice steady but urgent. “It isn’t thick, barely the size of your palm. Black cover, no title, only a wolf’s crest etched faintly in silver. It doesn’t sit with the other histories, it hides in plain sight, usually between older ledgers.”

So she’s not at all ashamed to admit that she scours the books in front of her with the zeal of a man possessed. What she finds baffles her. The books read most often are not any sort of novels or fiction at all, but rather, a set of books on astronomy and cosmology. Regina tries to imagine him - that bored, disinterested gaze - looking up at the stars, and pondering on the origins of the vast universe, and it makes her head spin. He seems to also have enjoyed a rather thick volume on a collection of fairy tales - which would be similarly baffling, were it not the kind of fairy tale that ends more in a gruesome, unexpected end for the titular princess, of the grim variety.