Regulus Black Fancast Novels & Stories

Regal took the two things and then bit his thumb but before drawing an array he looked at Levy and said, “ If you dare to tell anyone that I am a dark mage, I will do much worse things to you than just tightening your dress.” “ Good reminder. You know what Logan, I think he can do a few weeks without his credit card,” Levy turned to Logan and stated while Regal glared at her. Logan blinked his eyes and then turned his attention to his brother who was staring at the two of them hatefully and nodded, “ You are right about that, Levy.” “ Haha, very funny when it comes to my protection right?” Regal sneered before drawing the array and looking down at the stone table. “ Name.”

Angela exclaimed, making Regan sigh. "You're lucky you didn't die at my hands," Regan shouted, getting up from his seat. Regan walked over to Angela. "You're going to regret not killing me," snickered Fergus, and Regan ignored him. "We'd better wait for Ansel and the others. He was already weak and wouldn't be able to stand up. I've broken his leg," Regan shouted, to which Angela nodded. "Is that so?" Fergus muttered with a sinister smile. He took out a mini revolver hidden in between his arms.

I was led into a sitting room, and there, like fate itself, stood a woman draped in regal midnight blue. The Luna Queen. Lysandra. She was… breathtaking. Raven-black hair swept into a flawless crown braid. Eyes like cut obsidian. Skin like polished bronze. Every inch of her radiated strength, and every bone in my body screamed at me to bow. So I did. But it wasn’t enough to stop the cold. “So,” She said, voice smooth and low, “you are the little Omega. The one foolish enough to look the future Alpha King in the eyes and dream he could ever be yours?”

Regina Blackwaters, Allister’s grandmother, clears her throat and calls Luna Celine in the softest voice ever. “I’m sorry that you feel this hurt. It’s also sad that you’ve harbored such filth in your heart. But Allister is still fighting for his life inside there. Saying things like ‘if anything happens’ could mean that you're praying ill to befall your son.” “You evil witch, don’t you dare talk to me!” Luna Celine yells at the older woman. “But Allister is my grandson!” Regina Blackwaters persists. “And I love him so much.”

were not what she had in mind. At that moment, a fierce screech erupted from under one of the covers, piercing the quiet air and echoing far across the courtyard. “Look at this one.” Reginald pulled the cloth off the nearest “box” in one motion. Underneath was not a box, but a steel cage. Inside stood a gray-white bird, its eyes sharp and violent. An… eagle-hawk? “How about this one? Do you like it?” Reginald looked at her. “...”

Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of Lycanthropy and Dark Arts." With utmost care, Rey and Lucius carried the book to a nearby table, their eyes filled with anticipation as they opened its pages. The text revealed the history and nature of Lycans, detailing their origins, abilities, and the curse that afflicted them. As they read, their knowledge expanded, shedding light on the connection between Lycans and the corruption plaguing their realm. They discovered that the Black Beast was a dark entity that thrived on chaos, capable of twisting the minds of Lycans and corrupting their instincts.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Jim explained Just then, a handsome man with long blonde hair tied above his head walked in, dressed in a white coat He looked very handsome, like those models you see in magazines “Good evening, Director Jim. Good evening, Miss Valen,” he greeted respectfully “Ember, this is Isaac, your temporary assistant. He is an Alpha wolf, capable of protecting you. Ember looked at the handsome male doctor that doesn't look like one and smiled. She held out her hand “Hi. I'm Ember.

My breath hitched against my will. Nathan’s eyes were no longer the familiar colour I remembered. They were darker, unnaturally so…like bottomless black pits swallowing all light. Ink seemed to bleed into the whites, which were streaked red, feral and unhinged. This wasn’t just a man standing in front of me. This was an alpha on the brink. My wolf pressed hard against my ribs, uneasy, torn between submission and defiance. Danger, she whispered. His lips curved into a cold, humorless smirk. “Aria,” he said slowly, his voice low and edged with something wild, “I’m not dead yet.”

There was even a mixture of black and red auras wildly leaping around the altar. A group of men in black garments were standing guard around the duo. Each of them emitted mighty auras, and they were all Transcendents. One of the men in black clothes approached a gallant lady and reported the current situation to her, “Miss Regulus, we have blocked all the roads around the premises, so that the masters can fight Wikkan with peace of mind later.” This lady was none other than Celia Regulus, the granddaughter of Silas Regulus, and Six Doors’ Red Phoenix.