Regulus Black Horcrux Novels & Stories

They were too perfect to exist. "Boundary spells will take time to create hence the reason I brought a dark object that will immediately drain him of his power and make him seem more humane." Suzy winked at me. "What is the dark object?" Hilda touched a large palm tree bark and the wind started swirling almost immediately. "You will see," she said and stopped mid-air to inspect our surroundings. She slowed her breathing as she tried to make a magical reading.

They exchanged worried glances before creeping toward the source of the noise. As Aqua followed them, she watched in horror as they stumbled upon a hidden chamber within the academy. There, cloaked figures surrounded a young student, their hands glowing with dark energy. They were opening the child’s magical core—an act so forbidden that it sent ripples of dread through Aqua’s very being. “No! They’re going to destabilize his magic!” her father shouted, fear etched into his features. “We have to stop this!” Her mother hesitated, her eyes filled with conflict. “But we can’t! We’ll be exposing ourselves. If they find out we’re here—”

"You won't last a day in the Wood of a Thousand Deaths without an amulet or some sort of enchantment. But without my wand, I can't conjure it out of thin air anymore, so we have to find my grimoire first." "Your grimoire?" "Are you hard on hearing?" Vasilisa said with an arch of her perfect eyebrow. "If I'm not mistaken, the grimoire is kept in the Hall of Sirins." "Please, don't tell me it's a great big book on a stand with funny handwriting in it and black leather cover," Cassandra said sarcastically, but Vasilisa seemed taken aback by her knowledge. "How do you know that?" she said. "Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer."

The death soldiers he sent with his trusted subordinate has already took the trail given by the witnesses, and it will take them some time to find any solid clues about Regina’s whereabouts. Although he is worried, King Regor decided to speed things up in finding the treasures in the ancient record. Attaining godhood is his goal, and if he succeed, then no werewolf in the land of Selestine would dare to question his words. Deciding on his course of actions, King Regor sent out a hidden message to Tren and the envoy in the Fressia Kingdom through the use of his own trained black mouse which is a type of wild beast that burrows into the ground with a sensitive nose, and travels over fifty mile

" Ava asked again. "The vampires were controlled with black magic,only a true royal seed could break such magic," Aaliyah replied sitting down. "Aleister trained Aiden and his twin sister Addison in the eastern empire,they had lived like commoners and when the twins clocked eighteen ,Aleister knew it was time. A ring was given to Addison and a necklace to Aiden by their mother before she died,the necklace and the ring were royal identities which was given to Alarie by his father before he died. It could break any black magic spell. Aleister,Aiden and Addison sneaked into the royal house in the northern empire where most of the vampires controlled with black magic were working as slaves,the t

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

logic beneath the sanitization. A voice echoed from the white walls—the same harmonious, terrifying chord from before. "Alpha-Regent Silas Blackwood. You are identified as a Primary Contaminant. Your rejection of the Sovereign unit created the initial entropy. You are a chaotic variable that cannot exist in the Second Phase. Please remain still for decommissioning."

Everything was, technically, contained. He left it there and went upstairs and his phone was on the kitchen table where Garrett had left it, and on the screen was a Council transmission that had come through the official diplomatic channel, which meant it had gone to every Alpha and regional authority simultaneously. He read it standing up. It was short, which was how the Council communicated when they wanted the weight to be in the brevity. The Blackwood Pack was in possession of Council-registered property: one living research asset (designation: Silas, subject identification number given) and one classified Council device (Resonance Capacitor, serial number given). Both were to be surrend

"We need to know why the curse got worse. Maya has the Moon-Blessed bloodline—why didn't it work?" The Oracle’s gaze swept over Kaden and Maya, then settled on me. A flash of realization crossed her eyes. "I see," the Oracle sneered. "You’ve been played." She pulled an ancient vial from her robes and chanted a cryptic spell before splashing the liquid toward Maya. Under the silver light that purifies all falsehoods, the so-called "Moon-Blessed" glow surrounding Maya vanished instantly. In its place, a nauseating black mist of bloody energy seeped out of her body.

The ground split open, revealing a spiral of stairs descending into darkness. “The final hinge,” Kaelira whispered. Taren clutched her cloak. “Do we have to go down again?” “Yes,” she said, gently. “But this time, we write the ending.” ⸻ They descended slowly, the air growing hotter with every step. The stone walls began to shimmer, faintly molten. At the bottom waited a vast chamber filled with concentric rings of runes, each revolving lazily around a core of black fire. “That’s it,” Zevran said. “The Black Moon’s heart.”