Regulus Black Horcrux Novels & Stories

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.”

"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've been expecting you." "You have?" "Julian told me to find you if anything happened to him." She handed me a thick folder. "Read this. Then we'll talk." I opened the folder. It was a full investigation into Victor Thorne. His crimes. His allies. His weaknesses. And at the very bottom, a photograph of a girl. She was maybe five years old. Dark hair. Julian's eyes. "Who is this?" I whispered. Maya leaned back in her chair. "That's Lily. Julian's daughter."

"My little girl. All grown up." "Where are you? Where's the relic?" His smile faded. "Don't trust them, Elif. They don't want the relic to protect it. They want it to control it." "Then tell me where it is. I'll find it first. I'll—" "The Black Sea," he said. "Where the water meets the fire. Where I buried my secrets so no one could—" The vision shattered. I gasped and stumbled backward, clutching my chest. The wound was already healing—the mark of shifter blood—but the memory was fading, slipping through my fingers like smoke.

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

She wasn’t alone. Someone stood behind her. Only a silhouette. Hooded. Unreadable. They handed her a sealed relic core, an old Thornveil construct, humming with containment magic. She slotted it into a vault behind my head as I lay on the table, too weak to move. Too broken to scream. Then she said it. “He’s not theirs anymore.” My body jerked. The ruin’s sigils pulsed like a heartbeat under my palms. He’s not theirs anymore. Not theirs. Not Interregnum. Not Umbraen. Not Shadowmire, Draxmere, or Thornveil.

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.

They discovered that the Black Beast was a dark entity that thrived on chaos, capable of twisting the minds of Lycans and corrupting their instincts. Page after page, Rey and Lucius absorbed the information, taking note of rituals and countermeasures against dark magic. They learned about ancient artifacts that could potentially weaken the Black Beast's influence and weaken the power of Lycans. In the midst of their research, they stumbled upon a cryptic passage that hinted at a hidden sanctuary, a place where the balance of light and darkness could be restored. It was said to be guarded by powerful enchantments and accessible only to those who possessed true unity and unwavering determinati

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.