Regulus Black Novels & Stories

“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 laughed heartily and shook my head at him while I battled with my wolf because it's now craving violence. “Do you take me for a fool, Codrus? Ten percent of shares in every business that is owned and regulated by Regulus won't give me power.” “Oh, boy. Do I look like I am trying to strike a deal with you? I am giving you this to be lenient as my final attempt to keep the peace in the realm, but you know that I am not obligated to be merciful to you. I can have you and your little army of wolves killed.” “Is that a threat?”

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.

The pain in my leg throbbed, but the fire in my chest burned hotter. Elena stared at me, wide-eyed. "Sir, the board is getting impatient. What should I tell them?" "Tell them I'm coming in five minutes," I said. I limped over to the window and stared down at the city sprawling below. This was my city, built on my sweat and deals. No one was going to take it from me. But why did the mad suddenly decide to expose me? I'd paid her off, why is she doing all this and Why now? Someone had to be pulling the strings.

All the pictures and videos were posted by Anna with the caption, “ If he is yours, he will find his way back to you.” Tears feel out of my eyes as I kept scrolling though the pictures. I was focused on Marcus. He had a dazzling smile on his face. He looked genuinely happy. That was a smile that I haven't seen in a very long time. He didn't even smile for our wedding photo yet for Anna, his eyes were sparkling through the shot. My heart couldn't take it anymore. I threw the phone at the wall in a fit of rage.

"I have intel. His offshore accounts are shaky because of the new tariffs. If we hit his supply chain at the port next Tuesday, he'll bleed ten million a day." Damian raised his glass. "That's my bloodthirsty librarian." I didn't laugh. Revenge wasn't funny. It was a slow, meticulous art. My phone buzzed. An unknown number. Unknown: I know about your deal with Kael. Meet me tomorrow. The Tea Garden, 2 PM. Come alone, or I go to the press. I showed Damian. His jaw tightened. "That's Julian's private number," he said. "He's already trying to blackmail you. The man has no shame."

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.

Like I was already bought. Behind me, Uncle Greg lit a cigarette. His face looked relaxed, as if he had just finished a hard job and was proud of himself. He didn’t even glance at me. “Is this her?” one of the men asked. His voice was low and cold. Uncle Greg nodded. “Yeah. Human. Still a virgin. Should be perfect for what your Alpha wants.” The taller man stepped forward and looked me over. His stare made my skin crawl. “She looks weak.” Uncle Greg chuckled and blew out smoke. “She is. But she won’t make noise cause she listens. Won’t even fight back. You won’t have trouble with her. She’s been trained to obey.”

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?”

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.