Regulus Black Horcrux Novels & Stories

"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.”

The room goes quiet. Marcus stares at the page like it might bite him. “Elena… this means someone wanted your child to weaken. Maybe even die.” A wave of nausea hits me. I sit slowly. Marcus runs a hand through his hair. “Regulus believed our bloodline was dangerous. Maybe he wanted the child weakened to keep her from becoming something he feared.” “He is dead,” I say. “But his plans are still alive. Someone continued them.” Marcus swallows. “Victoria.” “Or someone above her.”

The Frostfang blade still lay where I had found it, half-buried in moss near the old watchtower. But now a second object rested beside it, a stone disk etched with a sigil older than either of their clans. The moment my fingers brushed it, it hummed with a heat that traveled through my veins, settling behind his ribs like a pulse out of time. I didn’t know what it was. Only had a feeling that Kaela would. She met me in the shrine again, summoned by the tug of the bond and the scent of my magic on the wind. When she came through the clearing my eyes locked onto her immediately. I walked towards her with the disk in my hand. “What is this?” said asked.

In his place stood someone who held himself with quiet confidence, Apollo's golden presence visible in the amber flecks now permanently marking his blue-grey eyes. "Brother," I greeted him warmly, rising to embrace him. Through our bond, I felt his relief at seeing me recovered, along with a lingering concern that I quickly addressed. "I'm fine. Better than fine, actually." His eyes dropped briefly to my stomach, then back to my face with a question I answered with a small nod. Joy flickered across his features before he schooled his expression back to neutrality for our audience. "Luna Blackthorne-Maxwell. Alpha Heir Blackthorne," Margaret said, using a title I hadn't heard applied to my br

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

“I’ll offer you a deal. If you cooperate, we can discuss the future of your country.” Cole frowned. Augus’s sudden shift in demeanor was baffling, and I remembered what Sylvia had said about black magic, about the blood sacrifices that black wizards used to compete for the throne—how it made their bodies deteriorate and become fragile, and about the ironic end of that power. A junior wizard had killed the others with a simple knife, Sylvia had said that.

I have to be strong and end this make-believe fantasy world tonight! Without saying a word, Gabriel walked towards me and carried me bridal style to the couch. He sat down and placed me on his lap and turned me to face him. “Miss Bellatrix Willow, do you believe in love at first sight?” I answered, “No!” “Well, neither did I. To be quite honest, after my last relationship, I promised myself never to allow myself to feel anything again. I trained my heart to turn stone cold. I had random women warming my bed over the years, but I felt nothing! On that day, when I saw your picture in Ari’s room, I felt a warm sensation in my heart.I am not going to lie, as fearless as I am, that feeling scared

The air was thick with anticipation, each exhalation from the gathered scientists and high-ranking officials adding to the tension. The Headmaster lay on the throne, his frail form barely more than a shadow of the once-great leader who had unified the Order. His skin, pale and thin like parchment, clung to his skeletal frame. Yet, even in his weakened state, his eyes burned with the fervor of a man who refused to yield to mortality. Dr. Ana Blackwood approached, carrying a crystalline vial. Within, the elixir swirled—a liquid alive with shifting hues, from radiant gold to deep crimson. This was Project Regen’s triumph, decades of sacrifice and experimentation distilled into a single, potent

His wolf form shook his head in disagreement, but without another word, I used my teleportation magic and transported myself to the territory of the Blackmoon Pack. I arrived to find an unsettling scene. There were no Shadow Wraiths, but the Minotaurs were present, and something else caught my eye—ghouls. They were taking over the fight, preying on the power and flesh of the fallen wolf soldiers. Frantically, I searched for Xavier, but he was nowhere in sight. A sick feeling welled up in me. Could the Dark Queen Lilith have taken him? The thought sent my heart racing, and I stumbled, realizing too late that a ghoul had snared my leg.