Regulus Black Novels & Stories

The man the world adored. He wasn’t cursed. He was cursing his own blood. I looked down at Roman, fast asleep now against my chest, completely unaware of what I’d just uncovered. His fevered skin pressed against me, burning hot. I held him tighter, not because he needed comfort, but because I needed to keep myself from shaking. Because now, I finally understood. The Blackwoods weren't cursed. It was one man. Reginald Blackwood. Just a man —a father— who decided that no one in his bloodline deserved to live long enough to replace him.

moon goddess was finally giving him a chance to love again. The next day, Regaleon asked Oscar to summon one of his men from black eagles.Black eagles was a group of specially trained assassins who worked for Regaleon alone,they were the most skilled werewolf and they can take down a thousand soldiers under 60 minutes, that's how skilled they are and Regaleon summons them only when something is up. Few minutes later, Lancelot was brought before Regaleon.he knelt on one knee and bowed his head in greetings before the alpha king.

She was an Alpha King's daughter so she had to have extraordinarily super speed. 'I can say the same thing for you, Mr. Drayton. You don't strike me like a normal Alpha wolf.' Because a normal Alpha cannot match my speed since I have an Alpha King's genes in my body— She had wanted to add. 'Because he's no normal alpha wolf, lady. He's an Enigma Alpha Wolf— The strongest in the werewolf hierarchy chart. But of course, you don't know.' Rhayghar's wolf sneered in his mind in a conceited tone.

We ate lunch in the quiet room, discussing the witch clans' current state - which was far from ideal. "Break time is over," Susan announced. As Jennifer settled into a holster chair to observe, Susan encouraged me to take deep breaths and handed me a dark stone called the 'Black Night.' Unlike light magic, there were no spells to recite for this one; the magic just came naturally. I held the stone in my left hand and let the power flow through me. The exertion was much less than light magic. It engulfed my palm in black fire, starkly contrasting the tiny balls of yellow light from before. "It seems Leia's stronger in black magic," Jennifer commented. I gave her a puzzled look.

"I already have a lot going on. Don't make me go razz. What exactly is a King-maker? And why does it matter right now? And why is Debbie the King-maker? or whatever shit you call it." Rex took a slow breath. "Calm down, Rain. I'll explain." "Okay." "The truth is… Black, the son of the Grand Alpha, was born without a wolf." I nearly jumped off the couch. "What?" "He was born without a wolf," Rex repeated. "No animal inside. No Alpha power. He's empty, hollow." River let out a roar of laughter that sounded more like a bark. "That bastard doesn't even have a wolf? And I didn't beat him to a bloody pulp all this time? I could have crushed his skull!"

Wolves can communicate in ways humans do not understand. I looked back at Jacob slowly. “Your wolf’s name is Storm?” “Yes,” he said. I turned to Maya again. What does Storm look like? She was quiet for a few seconds and then she answered softly. He is completely black. His fur is black like night. I can feel his strength even from here. He is very strong. He will protect us well. I felt something warm move inside my chest again when she said that. I looked at Jacob and suddenly a thought came into my mind.

"Me?" "Yes. Later, when you step into the outside world, don't be surprised if all the Alphas in Montavia will go to war with each other just to win you over," My hair stands on end. "...and among them all, there will only be one winner who will come out and claim the hybrid Luna, Tessalonika Black."

The last thing he, or BLACKEAGLE, needs is for the news media to catch evidence that not only has our leader come back from the dead but also begin slaughtering his enemies indiscriminately on the street in a bath of blood. Reggie isn’t just Hunter’s best friend, he’s his second. Sometimes my love also plays the roll of double, keeping enemies confused. They are close in size and build, and from a distance with their gear on, you can’t tell them apart. He’s also Grant Group’s lead PR person and the only person other than family who can talk Hunter down from his murderous berserker rage. Reginald Carter is Hunter Grant’s fixer, the glue that keeps things together, including our boss.

“That scum Registus... We risked our lives to defend the country for him, but this is how he’s treating the Lycantroops. Damn him!” “If it weren’t for the Lycantroops shedding our blood on the battlefield, how could Registus continue to sit comfortably on his throne?” “Registus is cruel and unscrupulous. He doesn’t deserve to be the emperor.” “Black Wolf, give the orders. We’ll listen to you.” “Black Wolf...”

I was led into a sitting room, and there, like fate itself, stood a woman draped in regal midnight blue. The Luna Queen. Lysandra. She was… breathtaking. Raven-black hair swept into a flawless crown braid. Eyes like cut obsidian. Skin like polished bronze. Every inch of her radiated strength, and every bone in my body screamed at me to bow. So I did. But it wasn’t enough to stop the cold. “So,” She said, voice smooth and low, “you are the little Omega. The one foolish enough to look the future Alpha King in the eyes and dream he could ever be yours?”