Regulus Black Novels & Stories

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.

"I've always been curious about who chose that name. Why Black Queen?" Picking up the knife on the table, I twirl it around in my hand "Because my heart is as black as coal. Have you seen the American show that goes by 'Once Upon a Time?' the evil queen who coincidentally goes by Regina too has a black heart. The difference between us is that I'm not trying to be good. I won't hesitate to stick this knife in your throat and watch as you take your last breath" "Why does that turn me on?"

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.

About the east wing she had never entered and the security cameras on a private server and the way she had always known, somewhere underneath everything, that the shape of what was hidden in that house was larger than what she could see. She thought about her mother. She thought about the contract and the money and the ten months she had left and what it would mean if she walked away from this room and went back to the estate and pretended this conversation had never happened. She looked at Devin Blackwell. She still did not know if he was telling the truth. She still did not know if his intentions were safe. She still did not know if the name he had given her belonged to a real person or a

“By blood, by battle, and by order of the High Council, we give you your True King and your Luna!” I picked up the smaller crown—cold star-metal, heavy, scattered all over with violet gems that could’ve been plucked from Nadia’s eyes. She knelt on the hard stone, chin raised high, eyes locked on mine. There was no fear in her. Not even a flicker. “I crown you Nadia of the Blackblood line,” I said, making sure my voice carried. “Luna of the High Citadel, defender of the border, equal to the throne.” I placed the crown on her head and watched the moon catch fire in the silver.

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.

Teeth wear words like fur. Inside, the Hall was all angles and echo. A long table of glass, thrones grown from ice. The Court sat in silence: women and men carved by winter—pale hair, pale eyes, faces textbook calm. At the center, on the highest chair, lounged a man with a scar like a crack in polished marble down his left cheek. He wore rings of clear stone and a smile of delicate boredom. “The Regent,” Zevran said, and dipped his head the exact degree protocol required. “High Regent Varyn.”

She was done having fake delusions. “When will you need it?” he asked. “As fast as possible—today, if possible.” “No, it will be ready for signing fourteen days from now.” Fourteen days? That was long, but as long as she would be free from Ryker, she could endure two weeks. “Cool,” Ember replied. Momentarily noting the days until she would finally be free again. “But Luna, does the Alpha know about this?” the lawyer asked. “Let him know and you’re dead,” Ember replied in such a cold voice that Charles, her lawyer, immediately cut the call.

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

His brother can make this a blood-tainted encounter anytime, but he sure wouldn't want to anger a kingdom. Regulus returned to his seat with his werewolf speed and calmly sipped from his glass. "Care for some wine, dear brother?" "Shut up." He chuckled. Clyde also returned to his seat and ripped a small part of his tunic in order to control his breathing and loosen up. The action exposed his hairy chest. "Where're your loyal subordinates? Enya? Freid?" Regulus was pertaining to the surviving group of lower-class dragons from the massacre that has devoted their lives to the Prince.