Regulus Black Fancast Novels & Stories

retorted Chelsea as she once again threw another snow ball at his direction , this time Regulus was ready and once he had shaken and wiped off most of the snow that was coating his hair and face , he dodged the incoming snow bullet , grabbed some of the snow with a quick and agile cartwheel and threw it right back at her . " Oh my god ! You are crazy !" shrieked Chelsea when another snow ball hit after she has dodged the first , when she turned around to see what was actually happening, she was stunned . Behind her Regulus was on his knees and was shooting snow balls at her with an incredible speed that may leave even the machine gun behind . " I'm the leader of the seventh squadron , little

“ Just ask uncle Crim to help you and your little friend. “ I moved my gaze to Fergus when he spoke up and raised his eyebrows. Really? Is he teasing his son again? “ My friend is not little! Mom even knows it! “ He exclaimed while staring seriously to his father who’s also smiling at him. Watching this type of scenery, I felt my heart filled with nameless emotions. “ Your mom saw it?! “ Fergus asked with his deep scary voice. I gulped when his eyes landed on my figure. It was like, he will devour my soul at any moment. “ Yes my mommy saw it! “ Black replied happily. “ He met my best friend in school, Anna! “ He added that made me giggled. Of course I know her. She’s baby Black's crush in th

Regina Opening my eyes, I came face-to-face with a giant black wolf, its penetrating brown eyes locked onto mine. Its fur was sleek and glossy, reflecting the moonlight that filtered through the dense forest canopy. I could sense a primal intelligence emanating from this majestic creature as if it held ancient wisdom within its gaze.

“Kill them! All of them!” That was the last judgment declared by King Garlow, the ruthless king of the Kingdom of Regaleria. He was on his mount, a strong muscular black horse, holding its golden reigns with a posture of a calculating, self-assured, proud man. His eyes were a deep blue; cold and icy; piercing through the destroyed walls of the Vhillana Kingdom. The smell of gunpowder, burnt wood, and rotten flesh reached through his nostrils even though he was just waiting at a hill miles away from the attack.

Jotham, Silveran Capital 2030 Questions surfaced in Hazel's mind. Who was the figure in the dark? Why did he have violet eyes? As far as she knew, only black bloods possessed such color of eyes. The black bloods lived in isolation from other kingdoms. They were known as the Galacticans, since the name of their kingdom was Galactica. The black bloods were demonic in nature and they had hair and eyes ranging from red to black. In other cases, some black bloods possessed violet eyes. Black bloods were believed to have nine lives and the ability to shape shift into big or small cats. Other kingdoms despised them but really it was their fear of black bloods that drove them to hate the black blood

Teeth wear words like fur. Inside, the Hall was all angles and echo. A long table of glass, thrones grown from ice. The Court sat in silence: women and men carved by winter—pale hair, pale eyes, faces textbook calm. At the center, on the highest chair, lounged a man with a scar like a crack in polished marble down his left cheek. He wore rings of clear stone and a smile of delicate boredom. “The Regent,” Zevran said, and dipped his head the exact degree protocol required. “High Regent Varyn.”

the Alpha proclaimed, his voice echoing through the stone hall as he held forth a mantle of black and silver, "I do hereby name thee, Miriam Blackbriar, Mother Regent of the Shadow Fang Pack." He draped the mantle over her shoulders with solemn care, while the gathered elders stood in stiff silence, their disapproval whispered only in glances and muttered breaths—none bold enough to oppose him openly. "You shall govern in my stead," he continued, "until the rightful heir, Darius Emeric Blackmoor, comes of age to ascend the mantle of rule. Henceforth, let it be known—no man nor woman shall raise hand nor tongue against you. Any who dares shall suffer banishment and the full wrath of the pack.

"You're using powers of light from Alt'ma, so your place's gotta be... Regulus." Regulus. Lars had never even been to Regulus, the central capital of La Shania Mirepa, where the bodies of government converged. This region consisted of huge facilities of official affairs that Lars thought of the place as too bleak once. As fate spindled her wheel, he found it ironic that he turned out to be chosen as its protector. "I wouldn't worry about that though. The neighboring Scions usually stepped up to cover the absence. Yeah, I know, we don't all get along or even know each other as new Scions keep replacing itself, but there are also Scions who work together."

Wolves can communicate in ways humans do not understand. I looked back at Jacob slowly. “Your wolf’s name is Storm?” “Yes,” he said. I turned to Maya again. What does Storm look like? She was quiet for a few seconds and then she answered softly. He is completely black. His fur is black like night. I can feel his strength even from here. He is very strong. He will protect us well. I felt something warm move inside my chest again when she said that. I looked at Jacob and suddenly a thought came into my mind.

I laughed heartily and shook my head at him while I battled with my wolf because it's now craving violence. “Do you take me for a fool, Codrus? Ten percent of shares in every business that is owned and regulated by Regulus won't give me power.” “Oh, boy. Do I look like I am trying to strike a deal with you? I am giving you this to be lenient as my final attempt to keep the peace in the realm, but you know that I am not obligated to be merciful to you. I can have you and your little army of wolves killed.” “Is that a threat?”