Regulus Black Books Novels & Stories

However, use of a black book usually backfi res with serious consequences. Some black books are said to be written in BLOOD as a PACT with the DEVIL. According to a German tale, a black book of unknown origin was passed down through inheritance and came into the possession of some peasants. Its magical powers were released by reading it forward and backward. If anyone failed to read the book backward, the Devil was able to take control of him or her. Once activated, the book enabled people to acquire great wealth and do terrible things to others without punishment.

he reminded. Tess raised her eyebrow with a meaningful smile upon hearing Camp Andrea. It was a gesture that assured her boss. While the Androva Empowerment Center is known to the public and purposely advertised as proof of how the Laude regime was making headway in harnessing the nationalistic ideals all over the peninsula, Camp Andrea was a secret camp where, in the bible of Laude’s circle, the waste of the land is deposited by news blackout transport. One of the reasons Tess had no time to do other things than serve the government she’s serving to a tee was the fact she had to juggle her time between running the Center and checking on the Camp.

"This isn't the Black Ledger, Damian. This is the First Draft." ​We opened it together. The pages weren't made of paper or vellum; they were thin sheets of a translucent, glass-like polymer, etched with a laser-precision that predated any technology I knew my father had possessed. ​"It’s a Prognostic Registry," Damian said, his fingers tracing the etched lines. "Look at the entries. They aren't records of things that happened. They’re records of things that were supposed to happen. 1998: The Great Liquidity. 2008: The Credit Collapse. 2021: The Digital Erasure."

Alpha Barkus nods, “The Black Order have infiltrated the Citadel Manor and took Project Regen, and we believe they have started to create the elixir of life… or worse, they have already done it.” Audible gasps of shock and disappointment ripped through the room. BAM! Elder Gilgamesh rose from his seat forcefully, his chair fell with a loud thud on the floor. “How could Elder Mauritius let this happen?” He yelled in exasperation, veins in his neck throbbing in anger.

he said, “get the Heartstone.” Two Heartstones floated above the black vase he carried now, from Syrakai and the rogue pack, pulsing like stars caught between worlds. They glowed with raw, untamed energy. I felt their pain. They didn’t want to be taken. Xareth refused to let me near the Living Book after that. He kept it with him at all times, tightly guarded, as though afraid I might discover something, perhaps a truth buried in its endless pages. Of course he wouldn't risk it, he feared knowledge more than swords.

"Is there something you know that you shouldn't? Otherwise it's impossible to just get the hint that I'm the Rogue Huntress and that I'm with Fenriz because it's part of her plan. What are you hiding, Rhayghar Drayton?" Rhayghar pocketed his hands, "I'm a businessman, Vera. And if you forgot, let me remind you that I conducted a collaboration summit to invest in deserving packs and give them a chance to grow economically and financially. Fenriz's pack was shortlisted. But during a routine background investigation, I found out dirty things about him. Fenriz runs illegal businesses that I don't support. He runs séx rackets and recruits girls who are not even of age."

“The Fireheart belongs to our Alpha.” Before anyone could stop him, he bit down on something hidden inside his mouth. It was a poisoned capsule. He was dead within seconds. The others who had been captured also did the same. Rodney stepped protectively in front of me and Magnus slowly picked up the dead man’s sword. Carved into the blade was a single unfamiliar symbol. A black wolf surrounded by flames. “I was hoping they hadn’t retuned,” Magnus said No one in the room seemed to understand what the symbol meant but judging by the look on Magnus’s face, the people behind it were dangerous.

ACE By nine in the morning, we were already in Blackwood’s main hall—a place that only ever got used for events like this. The kind where silence is heavy, and everything smells like old money and regret. The sky outside was overcast, shadows of gray-blue light creeping through the tall windows and soaking the room in a cold hue. The Blackwood family portraits lined the walls like judges. Reggie’s was one of the biggest—arms crossed, chest puffed, staring straight at the spot where we were now all seated. It felt like he was still watching. Even from the grave.

"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."

The kind of gathering where Leslie’s presence would only raise questions and complicate whatever image Catherine was carefully constructing. So Leslie would prepare it and then disappear. As always. She set out the last of the crystal glasses and stepped back to look at the dining table. It was perfect. Flowers centered. Silver gleaming. Everything exactly as it should be. She wondered if any of the fifteen people sitting at this table tonight knew what had happened to Devin Blackwell. She wondered if any of them had voted to hand the company to Tony knowing what Catherine had done to put him there. She wondered how many of them were wolves who had simply decided that loyalty to the pack mea