Regulus Black Horcrux Novels & Stories

Justin helped me up, his shoulder under mine, as we walked through the bloodied hallway toward the main room. The scent of blood and fear hung thick in the air. My wolf was restless, barely held back, but I focused on the bond I shared with her—my Luna. Alpha Stewart arranged for me to be taken to the nearest hospital where the silver bullet was removed, allowing my body to heal properly. Without the silver, my body could regenerate. My wolf stirred again, grateful to feel whole. Ceres was by my bed the whole time, refusing to leave.

“Then whoever this stranger is, they know exactly where to cut.” For a long moment, thunder filled the silence between them. Then Bianca spoke, her voice low, distant, and dangerous: “Summon Lucia. If my stepmother’s ghosts have returned, I’ll need to remind them what real death feels like.” The corpse lay in the council courtyard, still warm, rain dripping from his armor. One of Bianca’s elite guards loyal, trained, unflinching. Now dead. Lucia knelt beside the body, peeling back the collar of his uniform. Beneath the skin, branded deep into the flesh, was a mark: a serpent devouring its own tail. The ouroboros.

His eyes flicked to Selena, specifically to the faint glowing yellow sigil blooming on her chest. Not visible to mortals, of course. Only to divine eyes. “She really is the successor,” he mused, grinning with just enough mischief to hint he knew way too much. Selena, still unaware she was being observed like the subject of a celestial scavenger hunt, finally succeeded in brewing what looked like suspiciously oily coffee. She took one sip and gagged. “This tastes like betrayal,” she muttered. Yin watched her with faint amusement, already reaching for his phone. “Gotta tell the wind god. The land god messed up big time.”

Faster than I could blink, I suddenly found myself sifting through another memory, looking at a small boy with inky black hair and vivid green eyes, his gaze so lost and sad as he looked at the large and black wooden box lying before him, muddled chants slithering in my ears as that wooden box slowly lowered into the ground. I startled as my gaze suddenly landed on the dark soil beneath my bare feet, my ears filling with a different set of chants and whispers as I looked at the simple white dress covering my body, hearing someone call my name before my eyes met a pair of glowing golden ones, their intensity robbing the breath out of me, feeling the sting of something slicing at the skin on m

I waved back watching her back disappear into a corner that led to the King's private chambers. Sebastian was still locked up in cell, our meeting was probably on hold for now. I sat on my bed with my hand resting on my stomach. "He's giving me the last chance?" I scoffed. What last chance when he had sent troops out again to find another female born on the night of the purple moon? Why exactly do you need a woman born on the night of a purple moon King Adrian? "Do you think he noticed?" I asked Leah. "No, you've been doing a good job hiding it." She replied.

“Thanorite?” “It’s an extremely rare mineral, but highly toxic with prolonged exposure, especially in humid environments,” Lyra looked him straight in the eye. “It doesn’t kill immediately. Instead, it silently destroys the nervous system, weakens werewolves, and eventually leads to death through sheer exhaustion. It’s the cause of what you call the Black Marrow Blight.” Raven’s eyes darkened. “Are you sure?” Lyra didn’t answer right away. Instead, she quietly stood up and walked toward the corner of the room, where she had turned a desk and shelves into a makeshift laboratory.

Claudius, Miguel, and Perseus rode in the same car. My phone beeped. Upon picking it up. Miguel's text message welcomed my eyes. [The annulment of our marriage is done and through. You and Claudius can get married whenever you want.] While I was reading his text message. I could feel another eye reading it too. I met Claudius's gaze, but he said nothing. "Let's talk about this matter after the burial, Migs," I said to him through telepathy.b In Regulus culture, the body of the Alpha was burned on the last day of the funeral, then his ash would be scattered to the wind. The Regulus pack members believed that, by doing that, the dead Alpha would be able to continue guarding and protecting the

Racing both his hands at the wall, he sent a burst of magic crashing into it. The plaster crumbled, revealing a hidden hole behind it. Inside the hole was a small, ornate box. Mr. Grayson took out the box, revealing the scroll. The last piece. "Finally, there it is,” Regina let out, her eyes wide as she stared. “It's the last piece.” The air around us seemed to crackle to life with electricity. We turned towards the door. The curse knew we had found what we were looking for and it didn't seem like it was happy.

"I've always been curious about who chose that name. Why Black Queen?" Picking up the knife on the table, I twirl it around in my hand "Because my heart is as black as coal. Have you seen the American show that goes by 'Once Upon a Time?' the evil queen who coincidentally goes by Regina too has a black heart. The difference between us is that I'm not trying to be good. I won't hesitate to stick this knife in your throat and watch as you take your last breath" "Why does that turn me on?"

Regis held his neck and let out a faint smile. “Let’s just say that I lost it in the woods.” “Alpha! We will send everyone to look for your necklace!” “Nah. I can get it on my own. Besides, we have a special mission to do here in the Blood Moon Pack.” When he brought up the Blood Moon, the eyes of his subordinates turned dark. “Henry, I have a question,” Regis said, approaching the old Gypsy. “Anything, my Alpha. What is it?” “About the Gypsy stone that I was wearing, it can detect poison and toxins, right?”