Novel & Cerita Regulus Black Fancast

Regal shook his head in pity, mourning Troas inwardly. “Regal, right?” Aiden turned to face Regal. “Yes.” Regal stood tall, hand behind his back in a soldier’s stance. His chin long brown hair looked freshly washed, shimmering like premium silk under the bright lights with little curls. His brown eyes were active and lit with fire in the presence of war, he looked vibrant and intelligent.

"I already have a lot going on. Don't make me go razz. What exactly is a King-maker? And why does it matter right now? And why is Debbie the King-maker? or whatever shit you call it." Rex took a slow breath. "Calm down, Rain. I'll explain." "Okay." "The truth is… Black, the son of the Grand Alpha, was born without a wolf." I nearly jumped off the couch. "What?" "He was born without a wolf," Rex repeated. "No animal inside. No Alpha power. He's empty, hollow." River let out a roar of laughter that sounded more like a bark. "That bastard doesn't even have a wolf? And I didn't beat him to a bloody pulp all this time? I could have crushed his skull!"

“Can you listen to yourself? What the heck do you mean by striking? Raze would probably go insane that a lady with his pup is missing. I bet he didn't want to kill her, I'm sure he had a plan Regan so all of this now is a huge fucking mess.” “You're so stupid and confused Bryan!” Regan seethed and shook his head. “One minute, you're happy all of this is happening to take revenge on that bitch, the next minute you're hailing and respecting Raze as if he's the king of the highest! Fucking idiot! I bet you plan to be a gamma for the rest of your life!” “What…that's not it Regan, Raze is the chosen Lycan King. He's sacred and I can't jeopardize my little authority for revenge.”

"The birds... they're not mere creatures of the night. They're harbingers!" "Speak clearly," I commanded, my voice steady despite the tempest of dread brewing within me. "An omen, Luna Queen Kelly," another panted, pushing past the threshold of exhaustion to deliver their dire message. "They signal the resurgence of The Black Faes – emboldened by a pact with Lucifer himself. A deal wrought in shadows, granting them powers we thought sealed away in the annals of our darkest history."

he decreed. "You will be one of my subordinate from now on. And I'll like to have some conversation with you.".. he told the captured thug. "And what's you name".. he asked him. "Rega".. he answered with a shaky voice from fear. Rega is a very young lycan, a little older than Bryan with at least a hundred year.. he looks too innocent, reading his mind; Edward found out he was bullied into being a thug hence he changed his mind of killing him and decided to help him into one of his subordinates.

Then the memory shifts to her younger self, her eyes wide with fear and wonder as she gazes at my true form. My skin, no longer flesh, is the embodiment of night; dark, shimmering scales, each one catching the faintest light, turning me into a living shadow. These scales are not just a part of me; they are a symbol of my resilience. My eyes, once simple human eyes, now blaze like twin suns, a golden glow that pierces the darkness. They hold within them the ancient wisdom of ages, the secrets of empires long fallen, and the silent understanding of the inevitable fate that awaits all things.

My messy dark hair fell around my body and stuck to my moist narrow features. God forbid black and grey-furred werewolves walked amongst the others. As royals, the King and Queen had fur white as snow. The noblemen, their fur was either silver or gold. The commoner’s fur was red or brown. Then there was me, Deonna, fur as black as coal. The pain in my chest was so great I could hardly stand to my feet. I nearly fell over but thankfully my slave friend Kamala stood beside me and kept me on my feet.

"Luna Selene and the alpha have decreed it, and so it shall be." "I’m afraid that won’t be possible." Serena looks at each of them as she speaks. "I saw both pups’ future in a dream—that is why I am here. Inés’s son will also bear the mark, just like Reggan." "What are you saying?" Uriel steps closer to observe her face more carefully. Serena and he have known each other since childhood. They grew up together; they are practically siblings, and he knows that her visions always come true. "Reggan is the firstborn, the trihybrid, the Terraluphel. His presence, just minutes after his birth, is already overwhelming—you said so yourself."

Aunt Brigid stood there with sad eyes and unexplainable expressions. “Gerald! Clean this up and arrange the funeral of the madam,” Aunt Brigid ordered him, and help me stand up before taking me to a bathroom. “Take a bath and clean all the blood, Alpha! I will prepare your medicines,” I locked the door, took a bath like a robot, and put on clean clothes. I came out to find my medicines on the table and looked at my reflection in the floor-length mirror. Midnight black hair, red eyes, with half of my face and body covered in black panther-like stripes. My hands were almost covered with black if someone had painted them black. A cruel smile crept on my lips, which showed my unusual canines tha

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan