Regulus Black Fancast Novels & Stories

Crown Prince Rogeus took back his sight from the platform as he glanced at the confident light that is now flickering in the depths of Regina’s brown orbs. Princess Regina merely smirked at her brother’s words. What could the participants of the Black Kingdom and Fressia Kingdom stand as? Both of their teams are only accompanied with each one werewolf with special ability, and they are not even overpowered-types of abilities that could tilt the tide of battle with their participation. Crown Prince Rogeus did not pay attention to Princess Regina anymore as he walked back inside the viewing room to discuss with the other four representatives of their kingdom. Soran has been observing the inter

moon goddess was finally giving him a chance to love again. The next day, Regaleon asked Oscar to summon one of his men from black eagles.Black eagles was a group of specially trained assassins who worked for Regaleon alone,they were the most skilled werewolf and they can take down a thousand soldiers under 60 minutes, that's how skilled they are and Regaleon summons them only when something is up. Few minutes later, Lancelot was brought before Regaleon.he knelt on one knee and bowed his head in greetings before the alpha king.

CHAPTER 5 ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍Important things. ‍‍Regal walked into Fang Fantasy, one of the most popular and elite clubhouse in fang city, The whole place was dimly lighted, with rotating lights, and the whole house was blaring with loud music and dancing vampires. He scanned the room and as expected his friends were nowhere to be found, they definitely were in the elite room and that was usually upstairs, he walked forward flipping his Toyota tortoise car keys, his father had given him the car that year for his sixteenth birthday.

His brother can make this a blood-tainted encounter anytime, but he sure wouldn't want to anger a kingdom. Regulus returned to his seat with his werewolf speed and calmly sipped from his glass. "Care for some wine, dear brother?" "Shut up." He chuckled. Clyde also returned to his seat and ripped a small part of his tunic in order to control his breathing and loosen up. The action exposed his hairy chest. "Where're your loyal subordinates? Enya? Freid?" Regulus was pertaining to the surviving group of lower-class dragons from the massacre that has devoted their lives to the Prince.

Besides, it’s not really her dream to be a leader in a fascist para-military exercise. The leader of the other team, Team Red, where Nathan belongs, is a beefy, slightly charismatic guy named Regie (short for Reginald), who hates Nathan’s guts. OK, maybe he doesn’t really hate Nathan’s guts; he just looks like he does with his extra-pointy faux hawk hairstyle and perpetually scowling face. That he hates Nathan’s shenanigans is probably more accurate, especially when those shenanigans earn him and the rest of the squad too many extra push-ups.

The Black Symphony was dead, and the mist outside was already starting to dissipate under the heat of the rising sun. He looked at Laila, his face turning into a mask of pure, existential hatred. He told her she hadn't won. He said the Hollow was an ocean, and she had only managed to dry up a single puddle. He told her that the First Regent was just a title and that the true masters were already waking up in the deep vaults of Europe. He said they would find her, and they would take her brother’s blood from her own hands. With a final, desperate leap, Julian transformed into a cloud of thick, black smoke and hurtled toward the upper crater, trying to escape into the morning air.

> **CHEMICAL PROFILE: CLEAR** > NO CONTRABAND DETECTED. > REGISTRATION: APPROVED. > A collective sigh of relief seemed to whisper through the crowded gallery. "The wraps are legally registered to the Stormfang Syndicate for the Autumn Championship," the central automated system chimed, its synthetic voice echoing through the grand hall. Rhys slowly pulled his arm from the cradle, his eyes never leaving Malakor’s face. He reached down, wrapping his massive, warm hand around Agnes’s waist, pulling her flush against his side in a public, dominant display of absolute possession.