Regulus Black Novels & Stories

logic beneath the sanitization. A voice echoed from the white walls—the same harmonious, terrifying chord from before. "Alpha-Regent Silas Blackwood. You are identified as a Primary Contaminant. Your rejection of the Sovereign unit created the initial entropy. You are a chaotic variable that cannot exist in the Second Phase. Please remain still for decommissioning."

Amora had only been in this room twice, but compared to Lysander’s place, Regis’s room felt much more comfortable. “This room really reflects the person,” Amora murmured, noting how cold Regis’s room felt with no bright colors dominating the space. Her steps halted when she spotted a separate room within the bedroom. Inside were various clothing items and accessories belonging to Regis. “He really loves black, huh?” Amora thought as she saw almost all of Regis's clothes were in the same color, black. She examined the display case filled with ties, watches, shirt pins, cufflinks, and several rings adorned with tiny diamonds inside a glass box.

“It can’t be. That blood lion is called Ragnar. Although not a rare talent, it’s a genius, after all. With a level at the peak of eight stars and strength at the early stage of nine stars, I don’t think Regus can kill it.” “That's right, and the man in black doesn't seem that simple either. I don’t think Regus will make a move.” Various comments could be heard, and Philip hovered in the air while looking at the few people below with great interest. However, he deliberately controlled his aura so that his exposed strength was only the early stage of eight stars. Regus said blandly, “You disrupted my meal with a friend. How do you think we should settle this?”

The Black Symphony was dead, and the mist outside was already starting to dissipate under the heat of the rising sun. He looked at Laila, his face turning into a mask of pure, existential hatred. He told her she hadn't won. He said the Hollow was an ocean, and she had only managed to dry up a single puddle. He told her that the First Regent was just a title and that the true masters were already waking up in the deep vaults of Europe. He said they would find her, and they would take her brother’s blood from her own hands. With a final, desperate leap, Julian transformed into a cloud of thick, black smoke and hurtled toward the upper crater, trying to escape into the morning air.

He explained, pulling the tarp off. Carrie gasped at the content of the cart. Inside were racks of the finest leather and silk she had ever seen. There were boots with enchanted soles, tunics made of breathable dragon-weave, and leggings that looked durable enough to stop a knife. “This… this is Royal quality. Even the Alpha’s wife doesn’t wear anything like this.” Carrie whispered, touching a fabric that felt like water. The man folded both hands across his chest, feeling good about himself as he huffed, “That’s because your Alpha is too lazy to work hard.”

The look in his eyes was focused and reverent, as though he was restoring a priceless work of art. "Madie, this pigment contains herbs from my research team to help your skin heal. Well? Do you like it?" Across my back, a phoenix traced in shimmering gold pigment spread its wings, looking utterly alive and magnificent. I silently admired that piece of art. Unlike the designs across my skin meant for the anthropodermic fan, this was something I'd chosen on my own. Elliott gently clasped a necklace around my neck. It was made of the finest pink diamonds.

“I’m waiting.” He held his hands up defensively. “Okay, Okay, easy.” He ran a hand through his blonde locks and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before continuing. “I didn’t want to tell you because you’re leaving and it’s not your concern... but... in four days Landon is stepping down as Alpha and they’re holding a contest. Rune and I are competing.” In Blackwater, the Alpha of the pack wasn’t determined by some birthright, but by the strength and worthiness of the wolf. Only the most powerful and most honorable was allowed to lead the pack to glory.

I’m sorry to hear that, but don’t worry, our pack will treat you well. 'Thank you. I feel overwhelmed to suddenly become a Luna after being a slave my whole life. ‘I sense you have a good heart, so I know you will be a good Luna.’ ‘Thank you, Bella,’ I smile. Alpha Maximus I approach Alpha Greg and Alpha Dan.

My breath hitched against my will. Nathan’s eyes were no longer the familiar colour I remembered. They were darker, unnaturally so…like bottomless black pits swallowing all light. Ink seemed to bleed into the whites, which were streaked red, feral and unhinged. This wasn’t just a man standing in front of me. This was an alpha on the brink. My wolf pressed hard against my ribs, uneasy, torn between submission and defiance. Danger, she whispered. His lips curved into a cold, humorless smirk. “Aria,” he said slowly, his voice low and edged with something wild, “I’m not dead yet.”

And she blanked out. **************************