Regulus Black Horcrux Novels & Stories

I asked, my voice filled with uncertainty. Malik finally reached me, his grip firm on my chin, as he forced me to meet his gaze. I struggled to keep my body rigid under his scrutiny. "I'm talking about finding out the truth, Red," he grumbled. "I know that the Southern and Northern Division of the werewolves are in conflict, but Prince Osborne was suddenly spotted at a gathering hosted by a Southern Alpha and was seen speaking to a Luna that was known for making a remarkable difference. A few days after that ball, this Luna mysteriously appears on the outskirts of my kingdom. Does it make sense to you now? I know you're concealing more than just your identity from me. But let me advise you,

He can't find me. I have to run away, somewhere, anywhere. He just can't find me. He may already know where I am for all I know. I walked right into a hard wall, stumbling back I lost my balance. I waited for my body to come in contact with the ground but it never came. I opened my tightly shut eyes, all the breath was knocked out of my lungs as I stared into a mesmerizing pair of green eyes. "Mr Black?" His face was barely an inch away from mine, his breath fanned against my face.

“Looks like death in a saucepan.” “It’s a component spell,” she said. “It’s like dissolving the glue that holds the pieces together, so that what remains are easier to melt.” “And you want it to dissolve and melt into a foul stinking black goo because…?” Harry looked at her, raising an eyebrow. Behind them, his werewolf had dragged a crate to hold the door open and had begun to carry things in from outside, stacking boxes onto the benches. Harry glanced back at him. “Tell me in a moment, I need to help Jules before that crazy soldier-frat-boy comes and whips our arses.”

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

Bringing out the envelope from the dress pocket I hand it to him. “I’m surprised he even remembered I had this. It’s been a long time. And it’s his half sibling.” That was an interesting development. “By your half or his mothers?” I question. “Mine.” He sighs, pulling out the photo and looking at it with deep sadness. “You see I had once loved a Witch, and as kind as she was, the King at that time would not hear of it and ordered her head. She disappeared for some time after that. She was pregnant with our child at the time. Some, nearly twenty years later she reappeared, with a photograph of the child. She handed it to me and then pleaded with the King about the cause of Witches,” He sighs,

"The Black Shaols are the hunters of the Illinor imprisoned by Blood Star Regulus. As you already knew, they are shadows of shape shifters. They can transform into any vicious predators. However, they can only transform once. They're murderous and bloodlust beasts when they are released." "These Black Shaols are ancient prisoners of Demetrius?" Jucel asked. If she's right, the Blood Star Regulus was way, way back before the Blood Star Shaula. Ciaran nodded. "They're ancient but easy to kill. However, using them as a hunter will diminish the number of their enemies and draining us of our powers. If not because of Chloe's foresight, we wouldn't be able to stay alive this time."

"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."

“We found this near the warehouse remains.” He opened his hand. A small black crystal sat in his palm. The healer beside him immediately went pale. “No...” Rodney looked up. “What?” The healer swallowed. “This isn’t ordinary fire magic. It is witchcraft, black magic.” Before I could react, the guard continued. “The fire wasn’t caused by an accident. Someone used magical witch powder to burn the warehouse.” Rodney slowly stood as the frost around him cracked. He looked at me as we both realized that someone with magic had entered Crescent Pack. This person was very powerful.

He used his Alpha-strength to shatter the obsidian anchors at the base of the statues, trying to break the seal that was feeding the monster. I ran toward the center of the vortex. I could feel the "Holy Fire" in my blood reaching a breaking point. My skin was beginning to glow with a translucent white light, the silver crown on my head humming with a frequency that made my teeth ache. I reached the Altar of the Void—a simple, black stone table at the absolute center of the valley. Standing there was the final fragment. It wasn't a monster. It was a mirror. I looked into the black stone and saw myself. But it wasn't the Queen or the Doctor. It was the girl in the ravine. It was the girl who