Regulus Black Horcrux Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

“You’re cursed.” Those are the only words Roselyn has ever known. Born without a wolf, she has spent nineteen years as Oakridge’s most hated outcast. Everything changes when Lycan Crown Prince Noah arrives… and the legendary Great Wolf inside him trembles at the sight of her. “I’ve been looking for you,” he whispers. Before Roselyn can understand why, masked hunters set her home ablaze. Forced to flee with an ancient crescent pendant, she uncovers a truth buried for nineteen years. She isn’t cursed. She is the last surviving heir of the fallen Moon Kingdom—a kingdom erased from history—and her awakening could either restore the ancient covenant… or plunge both kingdoms into war. Hunted by en

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.