Regulus Black Full Name Novels & Stories

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.

~~~ISABELLE~~~ I laughed, staring at the scene. A familiar pair of grey eyes with a Kent Grayson face stared back. Under his picture, all the information about him was listed. Name: Jules Blackwood Date of Birth: 14 January, 1990 Place of Origin: Green Bay Member of: The ShadowNight Pack Rank: Second in command to Damian Crown The last line made me laugh harder. It seemed like I had spent the whole day flirting with no one other than the right-hand man of my enemy. It couldn't get more satirical than this, but sometimes I liked life's sense of humour.

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.”

Early in the morning, as the sky was tinged with the pale light of dawn, Alexander, who had been sleeping soundly, was awakened by an urgent phone call—a greeting from Wyverna's ruler, Regulus. "Alexander, how are your injuries?" greeted Regulus. "I'm fine, Your Majesty, thanks to a fortunate encounter that helped me heal rapidly," Alexander replied gratefully. "That's good to hear, but you need to be more careful in the future. Don't push yourself too hard," advised Regulus, genuinely concerned. After all, Alexander had a family, and any serious harm to him would be hard to explain to Amber.

She also didn't sound like she was being taken care of by a father in her letter. "He had black wavy hair and honey-brown skin, just like I told you the first time." The Luna adds. I shrug my shoulders because I don't remember what my father looked like. I think he had wavy hair and honey-brown skin like my little brother. But I am not sure, like I said earlier our mother never indulged in talking about the man after he left. "His name was Andrey Rayman." She says, finally affirming that it was indeed our father. At least I know that was his name even though I don't remember what he looked like.

His skin was pink and warm against mine. "He looks like you," Julian said. "He looks like a potato." "A handsome potato." I laughed. The laughter turned into tears. "He's perfect." "He's perfect." Julian was crying too. "He's absolutely perfect." "What are we going to name him?" Julian thought for a moment. His eyes were wet. His voice was thick with emotion. "James. After your father." I looked at him. My father had been gone for so long. I had almost forgotten what he looked like. But now, holding my son, I remembered. I remembered everything.

Mum and dad stood on each side of me, and Justin also showed a bright smile making it obvious that I was favored by the whole family. I held my head high, my eyes flashing for the briefest moment—just long enough for those with sharp senses to catch a glimpse of the power that pulsed beneath my skin. The envious stares did not faze me. Let them whisper. Let them wonder. For I was no longer the forsaken, broken Luna. I was Nyxia Hemsworth, the daughter of the Alpha King. And I am out to exact my cold revenge on all those who crossed me.

Alpha Nicholas "All final checks have been done and everything is set and in place for tonight." My brother, Shane announces as he walks into my office with Will right behind him. Not only is Shane my brother, but he's also my Beta while Will is also my brother and Gamma. It's a right family affair. Our youngest brother, Robbie has been offered a title more than once, both Shane and Will are more than happy to share their roles with him and with him having Alpha blood in him he's more than capable of fulfilling both roles but he doesn't want it, never has.

But there was something deadly about his tone. I didn’t answer. His eyes stayed on mine the whole time. He didn’t blink. By the time he reached the last step and stood in front of me, I felt like he had already taken me apart without even touching me. “I’m Mason Blackwell,” he said. “Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack. And you are?” I lifted my chin a little. My knees were weak, but I forced myself to speak. “Cassie.” He repeated my name slowly, like he was tasting it. “Cassie.”

His subordinate was getting agitated. Infuriated, Regulus lashed out and sent the man flying. “Shut up! I'm not blind!” Ahhh! The man yelped as he crashed into the furniture and sent them toppling to the floor in a heap. He hastily clamped a hand over his mouth, preventing himself from making another sound that could potentially result in his death. Regulus's face was as black as thunder, but he kept his gaze on the screen. “Call Warner and ask him where Kiran is.”