Regulus Black Horcrux Novels & Stories

“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

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

He glanced around the office like I was hiding her somewhere and didn't want to reveal her yet. I let out a deep sigh. “I rejected her immediately.” At that, his brows went up and he leaned on the desk. “For what reason?” I met his gaze. “She’s everything I loathe, Eminence. A human.” Anger surged through me at the reminder. He nodded, biting his inner cheeks. “I see. So what’s the plan now? You need to have a Luna Queen by the end of the first Blue Moon, Castiel.” Shock flickered across my face at his non-judgemental reaction.

Sorcerer 1 (broken): “Three pieces… in the Hollow Choir’s vault beneath the Medical Arts Building. Two sealed in the blood of the last Strigoi King—Romania. Four hidden inside living hearts—your classmates. The final four…” He laughs through tears. “She kept those herself. You’ll have to cut them out of her chest.” I don’t flinch. Celeste: “Names of the four students.” He gives them. Two I barely know. Two I do. One is Remy’s little cousin, Lila. One is Seras’s robotics partner, Juno. The room goes very still. Remy’s growl is low enough to rattle bones.

She squinted as she made her way down the long corridor, illuminated only by small torches on the walls. The first room she encountered was filled with work tables and old shelves. Broken glass tubes were scattered everywhere. A strange liquid seeped from leaking vessels. Some tables still held items that had not yet been tidied away. Pulsating organ fragments, leather pouches filled with dark liquid that seemed alive, and purple crystals that flickered slowly. "What is all this...?" she whispered. “The black wizards… they’re truly mad.” Small glowing objects caught her attention. With curiosity filling her heart, her hand reached out to touch one of the small crystals.

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan