Regulus Black's Wand Novels & Stories

His pair of fused eyebrows showed that he was thinking hard at the moment. "If it's based on Ruby's explanation of the magic spells, it's impossible for black magicians to move around without anyone knowing. In this world, there are no extraordinary magics such as teleportation or making the body transparent like the histories which I think are exaggerated. But, the world has never known how and what a black witch looks like." I leaned my back against the wall with far-flung thoughts.

I wore Kaelen's dark cloak over my shoulders like a royal mantle. ​Lord Regent Cassius rode through the gates, his platinum armor gleaming under the overcast sky. He halted his horse ten feet from us, looking down his nose with an expression of absolute, unfiltered disdain. ​"Alpha Blackwood," Cassius drawled, not bothering to dismount. "We received reports of a massive, unauthorized discharge of ancient magic. The Council strictly forbids the hoarding of divine artifacts." ​"There are no artifacts here, Lord Regent," Kaelen said coldly, stepping forward to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with me. "We were under siege by the Crimson Court. The threat has been neutralized."

Or maybe something else entirely. I lifted my wand, focused on the energy humming beneath my skin. It had been there since I got to Blackmoor—this strange, restless current inside me, like a storm waiting to break. I reached for it now, pulling it up through my veins. The room seemed to darken. Jason's smirk faltered. I whispered the incantation Professor Holloway had taught us earlier that week. “*Lux ex tenebris.*” Light from darkness. A burst of golden energy erupted from my wand—not controlled, not precise. It slammed into Jason's next attack,colliding in a flash of white-hot light.

He may already be swayed by Carthal, so he can never be too cautious. "What purpose will be left of us if we can't guard our treasure?" Clyde humorlessly chuckled. Regulus's gaze fell on the table in deep thought. "What are you thinking so long for?" Clyde pried. "Did somebody else come earlier and told you the same reason?" "... No." "Then what's holding you back—" He was cut off from prying further when Regulus hastily stood up and shot him a nonchalant stare. "I will summon you when I have decided. I'm still not quite set on putting my wolves' lives in your hands just for your sense of purpose and greed for the Heart of Magic."

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

The others immediately joined her, ecstatic and joyous with what had happened that day. "...... definitely deserved what she got" Ira's voice trailed off. "Your eyes were bleeding and so was your nose, and I was like 'oh no, the turn is happening to her and she doesn't know what to do' apparently everyone was thinking the same thing and that was why we told you to breath" said Rega. "Oh yes. I faintly remember that happening. What does 'the turn' mean? I asked. "It is an intense state a wolf gets with her counterpart, say the human side of you. It is when you get so blended and joined and your powers truly become one. When that happens, it is called the turn" said Ira as I nodded.

Crown Prince Rogeus took back his sight from the platform as he glanced at the confident light that is now flickering in the depths of Regina’s brown orbs. Princess Regina merely smirked at her brother’s words. What could the participants of the Black Kingdom and Fressia Kingdom stand as? Both of their teams are only accompanied with each one werewolf with special ability, and they are not even overpowered-types of abilities that could tilt the tide of battle with their participation. Crown Prince Rogeus did not pay attention to Princess Regina anymore as he walked back inside the viewing room to discuss with the other four representatives of their kingdom. Soran has been observing the inter

"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?"

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.