Regulus Black Novels & Stories

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.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

"Come, Legion. The ground creaked. Split. Groaned in agony like a dying beast. From below, out of the darkness, a scream ripped the silence. One. Then a hundred. Then hundreds of thousands—rising as one. The Legion. Three hundred thousand demons, bred for anarchy. Some had been angels once. Some had never been more than formless until my darkness gave them form. And now they surged like bubbling tar rising up from the bowels of the world's backbone. Their captain first. A creature with wings of smoke and iron, horns curved like the thrones of kings, eyes that blazed not with fire—but intent. Veraxis. My loyal hound. The butcher of empires. The eater of names. He went to one knee, hand to the

I asked again. “You’ll know soon enough. He will capture you and peel your skin off your flesh!” The other Rogue said. He seemed to have tapped boldness from the first one. Good for him then. Boldness is a good trait for— Focus, Isla. “So, Gregonn is a guy?” “We are Gregonns!” They both recited, startling me in the process. “Geez, guys.” I clutched the left part of my chest. “Save the energy. “

Jayden notices how nervous I am and chuckles, “Don't worry. You won't have to talk to him, Keira. You’ve got us.” I stay silent. The image of his dark eyes is still in my mind. He looks elegant, quiet and mysterious. “What's his name?” I ask. “No one knows his name,” answers Jayden. “He is only known as the Black Tiger.” My first day at the agency was better than I expected. Jayden and Vicky didn’t leave me for a second because apparently it was difficult for newbies to adapt to this new life, especially after committing a murder. They know that I think about Jacob and Julia all the time when I get the chance to be alone. So, they are making sure to always talk to me and make me forget about

"Alpha! What's wrong? What did I do?" Regulus looked down at her, his gaze utterly devoid of warmth. Alice had taken a position that didn't belong to her, stolen everything that should have been Leah's and the pup's. Regulus' voice was cold as ice. "You did nothing wrong. The mistake is you being here at all. You shouldn't have a mark that was never meant for you." Alice's face went pale, her voice trembling. "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said." Without a moment's hesitation, Regulus turned and walked straight toward the altar. His stride was firm, the violence radiating from him so intense that every guard along the way dropped to their knees in fear.

The images of the defeathered chickens, amulets and black pot flooded his mind as he tried to push them away. Peter's thoughts swirled as he emerged from the image of the black pot in his mind. The black pot was strange and alarming. Whether or not, the black pot contained a human eye or a part of an animal, he could not explain the excitement that was growing within him to explore the contents of the black pot. He felt that the black pot was a central paradigm that beared the stronghold of the belief system of Umuoku. He remembered when Ada had told him about black pots that were placed in the centre of shrines. She had explained how the chief priests of some villages stored their powers an

He was dressed in a tailored, charcoal three-piece suit, a stark contrast to Wyvern’s reckless leather and Dragon’s half-naked dominance. He had sharp, aristocratic features, his dark hair neatly swept back, and wire-rimmed glasses resting perfectly on the bridge of his nose. I knew him! It was him! The second of the triplets! Gregor Blackblood. He slowly closed the ledger and removed his glasses, setting them neatly on the desk. His eyes were a chilling, icy blue, devoid of the feral madness of his father or the wild chaos of his brother. They were entirely analytical. Cold. Piercing.

Inside, I could see the liquid, golden and shimmering. Bondfire Dew. James lifted the shell carefully. "The Bondfire Dew represents the sacred fire that burns in every wolf's heart. It is the passion of the mate bond, the loyalty of the pack bond and the eternal flame of love that cannot be extinguished." He tilted the shell, and the liquid poured over their bound hands. Then came the crown. James lifted it high. "By the authority granted to me by the Council of Elders and blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, I crown you, Emma Blackwood, Supreme Luna."

In the center of the circle burned a brazier filled with black flame. “Cultists,” Zevran muttered. Kaelira nodded slowly. “The Order of the Eclipse. I thought they were gone.” “Apparently they didn’t get the message.” Before they could move, one of the figures turned toward them. Beneath the hood, the eyes glowed red—Moonlight twisted wrong. “Children of the Black Moon,” the voice hissed. “You sealed what was ours.” Zevran drew his blade. “Not sealed enough, apparently.”