Regulus Black Fancast Novels & Stories

“It can’t be. That blood lion is called Ragnar. Although not a rare talent, it’s a genius, after all. With a level at the peak of eight stars and strength at the early stage of nine stars, I don’t think Regus can kill it.” “That's right, and the man in black doesn't seem that simple either. I don’t think Regus will make a move.” Various comments could be heard, and Philip hovered in the air while looking at the few people below with great interest. However, he deliberately controlled his aura so that his exposed strength was only the early stage of eight stars. Regus said blandly, “You disrupted my meal with a friend. How do you think we should settle this?”

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…"

“That scum Registus... We risked our lives to defend the country for him, but this is how he’s treating the Lycantroops. Damn him!” “If it weren’t for the Lycantroops shedding our blood on the battlefield, how could Registus continue to sit comfortably on his throne?” “Registus is cruel and unscrupulous. He doesn’t deserve to be the emperor.” “Black Wolf, give the orders. We’ll listen to you.” “Black Wolf...”

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?"

Rhayghar made a fake ID and wrote an Email to Rogue Huntress's helpline. He reread it. Making sure he entered Alpha Fenriz's name in it, he hit send. As he came out after doing the deed, he felt comparatively happy and excited. But his wolf had a doubt. ‘Why didn't you mention Elder Ronan's name? He's a stronger member of this illegal business than Alpha Fenriz. If he's caught, all the others will get caught too.’ His wolf said.

They are wearing more makeup and their dresses got magically shorter. “Good evening.” I answer. “Do you need help?” They fake a shy smile and run their fingers through their long hair. One of them places her hand on the Black Tiger’s shoulder, “What’s your name?” she asks with a melodious tone. I can't stop staring at her hand and I suddenly got scared for her. You never know what might happen. The Black Tiger doesn't seem to care. He peacefully takes his glass and sips his martini. The other girl moves next to him and tightens her arms around her sides to bring out her chest. Pitiful.

I stood there as a massive black hybrid creature, half-dragon, half-wolf, eyes burning bright blue. But I wasn’t the only one shifting. Crux watched me for barely a breath… and then he shifted too. And he did it casually. Effortlessly, like shedding skin. His form exploded outward, bigger than mine three times over. His wings stretched so wide they brushed the walls. His scales were blacker than night itself, drinking in every trace of light. Vanta Black, a rage dragon leader’s color, almost invisible at night. He was darker than the shadows. Only his molten eyes glowed fiercely, ancient, superior can be seen. He was the leader of Rage Dragon who he inherited from his mother.

In the world ruled by Regulus Windsur, where warriors and mystics clashed, there was a belief that someone should never underestimate monks, mystics, women, or children, nor those who wielded bizarre weapons. They were said to have deadly skills beyond imagination, capable of taking down foes far stronger than themselves, and were truly unpredictable. That masked figure in black was a prime example. Snap, snap, snap... His blood-red tongue flicked out, hungrily lapping at his lips as he eyed Alexander like a predator eyes its prey. His fingers danced across the abacus, sending out eerie, clashing sounds.

My hand was fused to Sylvaen's chest, my Null blood pouring into her like water into parched earth. The entity writhed. I felt it beneath her skin—a cold, ancient thing that had worn her body like a costume for three thousand years. It didn't want to leave. It had grown comfortable in its host. It had feasted on her good intentions until there was nothing left but hunger, and now that hunger was being starved. You cannot do this, it hissed. Its voice was inside my skull, layered and vast. I am Regret. I am eternal. I was old when your ancestors were crawling from the sea.

“All you care about is your body and your pleasure right? I’ll fulfill your every desire today, I will ruin you.” “Please leave me.” She screams but Evan begins unbuttoning her shirt. Bella tries hard to stop him, but her power is no match for Evan's. Bella please, I beg, do not cause me pain again; I will not be able to handle it, please. She repeatedly begs him for mercy, but Evan is blinded by hatred. Evan raises both hands above her head and releases the buttons on her shirt, revealing her chest and the crimson bra that was covering her big breasts.