Regulus Black Wand Novels & Stories

"The Black Shaols are the hunters of the Illinor imprisoned by Blood Star Regulus. As you already knew, they are shadows of shape shifters. They can transform into any vicious predators. However, they can only transform once. They're murderous and bloodlust beasts when they are released." "These Black Shaols are ancient prisoners of Demetrius?" Jucel asked. If she's right, the Blood Star Regulus was way, way back before the Blood Star Shaula. Ciaran nodded. "They're ancient but easy to kill. However, using them as a hunter will diminish the number of their enemies and draining us of our powers. If not because of Chloe's foresight, we wouldn't be able to stay alive this time."

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.

Pay attention to the guests' movements. "Danny, I think they're up to something. Just look at the woman's face, which is the leader." Albert whispered. The black witch was at the very front with her long curly hair. Bellatrix Jane. "You know her?" Albert asked again. "Bellatrix, one of the famous poison gatherers of the black witch nation. She can kill people even with just one drop of her poison." Danny's wolf growled as Bellatrix approached the wall and touched it with her fingertips.

Her voice wasn’t warm or flirty but dangerous and death-dealing. “A criminal has no right to call herself a teacher.” Regina swiped her arm in the air as she released her power. Her right arm burst into white flames. Slowly, a thick iron rod materialized itself on her fingers until she was holding a four-foot battle ax shining in the purple color of moon iron. “That’s rich. Coming from a kidnapper,” Ma’am Ague spat. That put a huge question mark on Regina’s head. “What?” Regina cut off the power that she was enveloping her weapon with.

The archbishop sighed, "I should have reached out to you sooner..." "For what?" "Actually..." Hank answered on behalf of the archbishop, noticing the hesitation on the old man's face, "The wand, its history involves not just us, but your bloodline as well..." "Well, if you mean the wand's creator being the first luna of our pack, mate of the great alpha Erebus, I already know." Edmund waved his hand lazily, "You-you! You know?!" Hank exclaimed, blinking in shock. "Alpha Erebus allowed her to leave with the wand, so I'm not here to take it back." Edmund let out a short laugh, "If that's what you are worried about."

then we realized we have been used. So we rebel against them, but not to hurt them instead to let them know that we deserve equal respect and peace. Lily was born with great powers but was kept hidden from the world in fear that she would end up like others. By the order of the king, his father had to leave for the war between witches and humans, but he asked Lily to use her powers only to save her family. She was left with her little sister. They grew up and waited for their father to return, but he never did. Slowly Aya, her little sister learned about her sister's powers and she started feeling jealous of her. Lily who was living an ordinary life, had fallen for the prince of the kingdom

Its color changed again and because dark indigo. "The power of metal, from both the earth and the sky," The Queen mumbled on, "grants the creature the mark of the past and the future." The color changed again. With magic items and powers boiling up in midair, there was finally the shape of a wand -- A wand that took the form of wood, but with metal grain in dark indigo carved all over its body. The wand was now a whole with no seam or parts indicating anything out of balance; and the bottom of it shone a bit watery blue light, like the deep dark ocean, while the tip a shred of ice, showing its sharp edge.

However, I was rooted to the spot out of intense fear as the vicious figure advanced towards me at a towering height. The witch drew out a wand from inside her cloak: a nearly eight-inch long black coloured crooked stick, assumingly made out of wood with a pointed edge. It was the most powerful and enchanting object used by wizards and other magical beings in the world and, into the wrong hands, was a weapon of mass destruction. I had been enlightened about this marvellously magical object by my nurse during her bedtime stories. Ironically, I was petrified at finally viewing this object in reality while I was so awestruck to hear it about all those years ago.

I should be saving her by now. I didn’t release my spells on him as I rushed over to the Luna’s side. I closed my eyes as I started chanting some spells, absorbing it. Then after a while I picked a bowl and then continued with the spells as black wolfsbane began to drop from my fingers. It was dark and thick as another question arose: How did the person get a black wolfsbane, and why was it used on the Luna? “Who’s behind it?” I questioned him. “Is she going to be fine?” He asked me instead, ignoring my questions.

Not the name or the adoption certificate or even the plasma abilities. But the willingness to stand between innocent people and danger. To fight when necessary. To lead when no one else would. That's what made someone Blackwood. And today—in this scorched courtyard, surrounded by people who'd survived because we'd refused to give up—I'd proven I was exactly that. Shawn Blackwood. Seventeen years old, werewitch, plasma manipulator. Brother. Nephew. Packmate. Leader. It was terrifying and overwhelming and absolutely insane.