Regulus Black Fanfic Novels & Stories

Now she looks me directly in the eye as I stare at her, “He is the man who has killed his own blood. What is his brother by oath and blood bound by in comparison?” The guilt I feel for doing anything with Quade now, knowing his selfish reasons, makes me sick. “Tell me, Layla… do you feel a pull to him? What about Jared?” Jared… that’s what Reagon called Julian too… it’s not lies… “That bastard is the reason I’m here. Tell me, do you feel an attraction to them both, a pull? Well, I can assure you it’s partially because your mate’s blood runs through their veins… if Reagon was likeable you’d probably feel it with him too.” She chuckles sadistically.

Regina scrunches up around herself, closer Heat, fires licking at her paper skin. She finds herself begging through the bond. “Alpha, help me please. Please.” . . TBC

she whimpered, her head falling back against the bedpost, her breath hitching in sharp pants that scraped against my ear. Her hands slid down from my hair, clutching the collar of my grey tunic, tearing at the unlaced fabric until her bare palms pressed flat against the thick bandages wound around my ribs. The dull ache of the claw marks flared beneath the pressure, but the pain only fed the fire that was slowly threatening to consume me. It made the blood in my veins turn to liquid iron. It didn't make a shred of sense though… I was Dominic Blackthorne. I had built an empire on iron control, logic, and cold discipline. I had spent five years convincing myself that no one could ever make me

"And every perimeter has an edge." "The boy," Gregor said. "The boy." Volkov settled back slightly. "Kai Blackwood. Ten years old. Currently at the Blackwood mansion." He picked up his phone. "Call Damon Blackwood. Tell him I've decided on the terms of his debt." "Today?" "This morning." Gregor nodded and moved toward the door. "Gregor." He stopped. "Tell him it's about the debt." Volkov's voice was friendly. "Tell him I've decided on the terms."

Baylor took the blade and threw it on the ground. “I, Prince Baylor Velaryon, future alpha of the crescent moon pack, reject this union. I will not be shackled with a lowly omega.” He said abruptly. Everyone gasped in shock because no one expected the prince to refute the goddess's claims.

I read the contents again, slower this time, and somehow hoping I had simply misread it the first time. "This legal claim, brought forward by Luna Margot on behalf of her dear son, Alpha Kyril Grant–the Alpha and supreme authority over the Grant Pack–asserts that Alpha Kyril is the rightful father of Liam and Luna. Under the Moon Laws governing all werewolf territories, Alpha Kyril and Luna Margot has brought this case forward, claiming that they deserve full custody of the twins. You, Aria Stone, are required to appear before the Supreme Werewolf Council under Grant Pack in two full moons."

Reginald grunted, more annoyed than injured. “Bitch,” he spat, slapping me hard across the face. My head cracked against the brick. “I’ll enjoy teaching you—” A dark blur slammed into Reginald, tearing him away from me. I slid down the wall as my legs gave out, watching through blurred vision as Dominic threw the older Alpha bodily across the alley. Reginald crashed into the dumpsters. “Touch her again and I’ll rip your throat out,” Dominic growled, his voice barely human.

And right now, it’s burning black, like a burst of smoke on my skin. “Alpha Roman.” August’s eyes are with reverence. “You have been touched by your mate.” Immediately, I know that I need to go back to the Human world and find that girl again. This time, I will make her mine.

She started smearing my name, taking everything I had. My parents sided with her completely. I gave up everything. Everything except the one person I loved — Damien Blackwood. Damien was heir to the Alpha King title of the entire Southern Territory. But when I first found him, he'd lost everything. An ambush had left him blind, stripped of all wolf senses, unable to even hear. His own family had abandoned him in a remote cabin, written him off as useless. I stumbled across him during a hunt. After that, I snuck out every day to take care of him.

I remembered the moment she yelled at me, her voice filled with pain: "Without knowing the depth of this, you chose to believe I was the culprit. Isn't that cruel?" Tears welled in my eyes. She was right. I had been cruel to her, and I'd never gotten the chance to make it right. “If we were to publish this story, what would we call it?” She had asked once. I let out a bitter laugh. "Alpha's Regret: Yearning for Her Love," I whispered. That would be the perfect title of our story. I gave up, hoping at least Harper would keep her words to erase my memories with Emily in her head. And Zaza, Mason and Madison will at least keep her safe.