Regulus Black Books Novels & Stories

life beckoned. As I walked back to my apartment, carrying my laundry bag, I passed a newsstand. A glossy business magazine caught my eye. Lucian was on the cover. The headline read: THE BLACKWOOD BLACKOUT: INSIDE THE RAPID DECONSTRUCTION OF A BILLION-DOLLAR LEGACY.

It was a rare occurrence, but it was a possibility. Esme grimaced. "Anything about oaths?" "The oaths apply, but the mate would be at least a regent." She glanced at me and shook her head. "Look for something about the Blackwoods and the Goddess." More books danced. "I don't know how I feel about you using me as a search engine." She flipped a page. "It's good practice. I expect you to fly through the rest of your program." He chuckled and opened the book again. My phone rang.

She said, "That's my family's last name. It's unlikely you've ever heard of it. May I know where I am? Now, where is this place?" The king responded, "now you are in the realm of Black Mist. This is my kingdom, and I am the king of this realm of black mist. My name is Everett Black Draco, and this realm is also a Vampire kingdom." Hearing the words from him, Tazaana could say nothing, out of shock. Xavier said, "Your Majesty, what should we do with her?" Everett replied, "She was imprisoned." Tazaana interrupted, "What have I done? Why am I imprisoned?"

Steel fell. It was quick. --- He didn’t flinch. Just stared at the flames as her body was cast into the pyre. The flute fragments slipped from his hand, landing in ash. One piece—its tip blackened—still bore a single word: **Remember.** --- Later, in the war room— “Reform laws,” Alexander said. “No child will bear their parents’ crimes.” Marcus blinked. “Are you sure?” “I was that child. So was she.” ---

With everyone clinking glasses filled with sparkling cider and champagne, the wedding was amazing. It was a beautiful day. One full of new beginnings and quiet endings, of joy layered with unspoken goodbyes. And as the ocean creatures floated peacefully behind the glass, so too did the weight of old love sink gently beneath the surface, making space for something new to rise. This is the end of No More Regrets, Book One in the Redemption Series. Please check out my next book, Without Warning Book Two in the Redemption Series. This next story is the story about Knox, who went through a severe trauma in his past, and Sienna is a unlikely, curvy size 12 plus-sized plain Jane who manages togethe

"I feel everything and nothing at the same time." "It's normal," he removed his glasses. "did you talk?" "Not really. I couldn't afford to set eyes on him for long." "I understand you," he brought out a plain burgundy book from a stack of other books that was on his left side and forwarded it to Louisa, "THE TALES OF A PAST, by Dick Malcolm, when your mum and I began to fall apart after the incident happened..." he admirably smiled at Louisa, "I read this book often. Every day and night. I was furious to the bone, yes, like any other person in my shoes would but ended up realizing that I was the root of the cause and encasing so much anger will do no good to me or my family."

I walked down the stairs, the silence pressing against my ears. When I reached the landing that overlooked the main foyer, I froze. The entire pack was gathered there. The Elders. The high-ranking wolves. And in the center, standing on the pack symbol inlaid in the floor, was Brock. He looked impeccable. Freshly showered, dressed in black, his face a mask of stone. The ruthlessness I had seen last night was back, but ten times harder. And he wasn't alone. Standing next to him, looking radiant and smug, was a girl I didn't recognize. She had platinum blonde hair and held herself with the arrogance of royalty.

Regulus Blackwood’s office. I turn the knob slowly. It gives with a soft click. The smell hits instantly. Old paper, stale ink, and something metallic underneath. I step inside and close the door quietly behind me. The room is cluttered with books and half-filled folders. Nothing looks organized. Shelves sag under the weight of documents. Drawers stick out slightly, like someone left in a hurry. My wolf whispers inside me. Something happened here. I move to the desk and pull out the top drawer. Journals. Thick ones with black covers. I grab the closest and flip it open.

Just looking at her made people feel strangely calm and hopeful for no reason at all. “Madam, where are we going?” Issac asked as he started the engine. “To the Valen family,” Ember replied calmly. It was time to pay her pathetic father a visit. At the Valen residence, Robin sat in the living room, holding a cup of coffee absentmindedly. As one of the four top families in the Blood Moon Pack, he had naturally heard about Ryker’s illness. Although the queen had tried desperately to hide the Alpha’s condition, the top families had known about it for a long time. Even some of the lower families had heard rumors.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"