Regulus Black Fancast Novels & Stories

With Vesper gone and the flash drive nowhere to be found, an unknown threat lurks in the shadows. “Have you heard any news from your father?” Velmont asks as he tries to make him understand the situation. Why would the Black Order want something as vile as the Regen Project—, a project that does not align with their values and mission as an organization the Black Order was created to protect humans, especially children and women, against rogue creatures like Vampires and werewolves. The Regen Project needs sacrifices—Live sacrifices. Living, breathing, crying innocent newborns from humans.

“That the people revolted against him led by his younger brother, and that it was that same brother who killed him. Then, after his brother took the throne, the people decided that they could not have a king who has killed his own brother, so they crowned the youngest prince instead.” “Hmm...” Damien sighed and looked at Dorin sadly. “Written history always sound prettier than the truth,” said he. “Tell me, what would you rather hear?” “The truth, please,” replied Dorin without hesitation. The Black King Regus came to the throne by poisoning his orphaned nephew. As soon as he got the crown of the house of Alcione, he expanded their territory further west to the salt seas and sent expeditions

His red eyes were looking at me as if he was going to kill me right here and right now. Red eyes, black hair, and an evil aura. His features perfectly match the crazy rogue from the rumor. “Who are you? And why did you enter the borderline?” The crazy rogue in the rumor killed all the wild rogues who tried to harm and enter the Blood Moon Pack territory. He will feel threatened once he finds out who I am. But I am certain that this crazy guy would never kill me. “I am Regis. The Alpha of Green Forest Pack,” I introduced. The smell of death permeated the frigid air.

They brought us to a large pair of black iron doors engraved with the sigil of the Iron Fang—an open jaw with jagged fangs, poised to crush. One guard knocked once. The doors groaned open from within. A wave of warmth spilled out from a massive hall. At its center stood a long obsidian table, flanked by high-backed chairs. There were eight people seated already, their eyes locked on us as we entered. At the head was a tall man with storm-gray eyes, cloaked in deep charcoal leathers. He didn’t need to rise for his presence to be felt. Alpha Regal. Beside him, equally composed and unreadable, was a striking woman with silver-streaked black hair braided tightly over one shoulder. Her eyes were

He explained, pulling the tarp off. Carrie gasped at the content of the cart. Inside were racks of the finest leather and silk she had ever seen. There were boots with enchanted soles, tunics made of breathable dragon-weave, and leggings that looked durable enough to stop a knife. “This… this is Royal quality. Even the Alpha’s wife doesn’t wear anything like this.” Carrie whispered, touching a fabric that felt like water. The man folded both hands across his chest, feeling good about himself as he huffed, “That’s because your Alpha is too lazy to work hard.”

Then his head snapped toward the tree line, wolf instincts alerting before mine did. "Someone's coming, Mama." The messenger emerged—young, wearing colors I recognized immediately. Crescent Moon. My stomach dropped. "State your business," Marcus intercepted, hand on his blade. "Message for the Phantom. From Beta Cade Blackthorne of Crescent Moon pack." Five years. Five years since I'd heard that pack's name spoken aloud. I stepped forward slowly. "I'm the Phantom." The messenger's eyes widened slightly, taking in my appearance. I knew what he saw—silver-tipped hair, battle scars, eyes that had seen too much violence.

"Uncle Damian! Look at my drawing!" She shoved a crayon portrait into his hands. It showed four stick figures: a tall one with spiky black hair (Damian), a tall one with messy brown hair (Julian), a medium one with long black hair (me), and a small one with pigtails (Lily). They were all holding hands under a yellow sun. "We're all holding hands," Lily explained. "Because we're a family." Damian stared at the drawing for a long moment. His throat moved. When he looked up, his eyes were suspiciously bright.

Hurt hollowed out my heart. “Is that the Alpha?” “Of course it is. Have you ever seen a wolf with such perfect fur?” Reg practically purred at that. He started shaking his ass as he walked, which I sighed at and told him to stop. ‘But my adoring fans, Hunter! They want to see my perfect fur from every angle! When I do this, the sun hits my black fur and gleams!’ ‘They’ll see me sticking my hand where the sun don’t shine if you don’t stop.’

No one had ever heard of a third DelValle child. And now, another heir was suddenly being introduced before the entire nation. Naturally, everyone became even more eager. “So, ladies and gentlemen,” Lucas continued confidently, “I want this clearly written in tomorrow’s headlines.” He leaned slightly forward before gesturing toward the family seated beside him. “Starting today, two DelValle brothers—together with our princess’s prince, of course, Darvid Montereal—will stand together in leading this empire.” Lucas turned toward his family and smiled proudly.

Telagus screeched, also recognising the claw, frustrated at how close to his goal he was. “You lost your hold over my prison when your spell on Rex was broken oh weak one,” a loud booming voice sneered, a few seconds later a large black smoke cloud burst from the other side of the black claw still holding the sword, revealing the rest of Fafnir’s huge frame, his glowing eyes fixed solely on Telagus, ‘Rex, let us dispose of this worm now once and for all!’ ‘Gladly,’ Rex replied with a smile, rolling his shoulders as the cut he sustained from Telagus healed, leaving a faint scar line.