Regulus Black Horcrux Novels & Stories

“What did you find?” Azazel gestures for everyone to take a seat across the conference table’s smooth surface and lays out several photocopies on top of the table. He waves for me to settle the book on the table, which I promptly do. Michael looks at the book. “In Libro Regum,” he mutters. “The Book of Kings.”

I can't still believe I have formed a blood pact with a demon. Suddenly, my heart pumped wildly then I just saw in my mind my red-colored grace of the Cancer and his black curse joining as one. After these two orbs united, creating a black-crimson orb, a new sign was inscribed inside it. It was a sign that symbolizes a fox and a crab. “Now, let's get going. This is the birth of the Black Zodiac,” Mammon said then the Infinite Prison broke apart into pieces.

Another black feather, The same symbol, left behind in the Royal Archives. The same trail, Growing wider. The innkeeper reached beneath his apron and placed something on the table. “I found this after they left.” It was a small bronze token. Its surface was scratched and worn. I turned it over and on one side was a crescent moon. On the other… The same strange symbol carved into the black mask. My pulse quickened. “May I keep this?” The innkeeper nodded. “I was hoping someone would know what it means.” “Well… I don’t… I only hope to know it before it’s too late.”

He stood still for a moment watching the moon as Anubis' words settled in deeply. I will kill them… I will kill them all. Lillia’s words flashed in his mind briefly. You don’t seriously believe her, do you? A quiet breath of thought slid through Regaleon’s mind, but he remained silent, lifting the parchment once more to stare at it. A thin vertical line stood at the centre, steady and unwavering as it held twin arcs, curving around it, one facing up and the other facing down.

“But there’s more. One of the kitchen omegas overheard an elder talking about the ‘taint’ again. They’re not waiting for the birth anymore. They want you isolated until the pup arrives so they can… assess its purity.” Cold anger settled in my chest. I stood up slowly, ignoring the protest in my back. “Then it’s time I stop hiding in this room.” I dressed in practical clothes—a loose dark tunic that accommodated my belly and sturdy pants. Martha tried to convince me to rest, but I was already moving toward the Luna’s study. The flashes had returned stronger during the night. Not just fragments anymore, but connected scenes. I remembered standing outside the council chamber months ago, hearing

she said, voice tight. “Your ‘help’ is poison, Serelai,” Gregor said, cold eyes on her. “Your family’s legacy is a deal with darkness and you hold one evil only to release another. You speak of healing, but your touch corrupts, you’ve trapped my son and now my best hunter. That’s your real power, not healing, but control.” He deliberately stole her legacy for darkness, turning her sacrifice into a cursed story. Finn found his voice, small and shaking. “Sir… I saw the earth… it was black, then clean.”

Hazel’s POV I knelt beside Ulysses’s bed in the hidden chamber where loyalists had moved him after the coup. The room was small and damp. Underground. Safe. The silver wound in his chest had stopped bleeding but it wasn’t healing properly. Silver poisoning prevented normal werewolf regeneration completely. He was feverish and delirious. His skin was too hot when I touched his forehead carefully. Uma changed his bandages with shaking hands. Her face was drawn with exhaustion and grief.

Jerry asked. “For Lupus Tenebris to be fully restored, he must bind with his vessel. That will happen after two moons. To stop it, each of you must bring together the four Moon Relics. Namely, the Wolf fang of Wolf kingdom, the Black witch’s Cauldron of Hexvale, the Heartstone of Zombie Kingdom, and the Blood Chalice of Vampirehaven.” There were shocked stares. Each relic was the heart of their kingdom. Giving them up would risk their very survival.

he asked still, gauging where his cousin’s head at so he could assess where to intervene if he must. Harrion’s eyes gleamed with malice. “The Southern King, of course. Regulus will be the hardest to sway, but we have already proven that even the strongest fortresses have cracks.” He took a sip of his wine, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the game. “And when those cracks widen, everything will come crumbling down.”

He's just standing there, watching me. I want to ask if he's just going to keep watching, but I'm too weak to speak. As my consciousness fades, I hear popping and cracking sounds, catching a glimpse of Liam rising to his feet, his hungry gaze locked on me. Didn't he die? “You've got to be fucking kidding me,” I hear Killian curse. This can't be good. And then, darkness. -----------