Regulus Black Wand Novels & Stories

I have to be strong and end this make-believe fantasy world tonight! Without saying a word, Gabriel walked towards me and carried me bridal style to the couch. He sat down and placed me on his lap and turned me to face him. “Miss Bellatrix Willow, do you believe in love at first sight?” I answered, “No!” “Well, neither did I. To be quite honest, after my last relationship, I promised myself never to allow myself to feel anything again. I trained my heart to turn stone cold. I had random women warming my bed over the years, but I felt nothing! On that day, when I saw your picture in Ari’s room, I felt a warm sensation in my heart.I am not going to lie, as fearless as I am, that feeling scared

He strutted to the window and gazed outside at the snowy city in daylight. 'The Rogue Huntress first emerged in his pack only. Ron, I think she found Fenriz's link with Elder Ronan. That's why she's here in the kingdom. She's here to catch him.' 'Yes, Rhay.' Ron replied. 'She's got a clue and that's why she also said that she is going to get rid of Fenriz soon. Because his work is done.' The realization made his body sing with a kind of emotion Rhayghar couldn't describe. He was delighted, impressed, proud and feeling so many other things.

“I think she’s just malicious.” She stepped forward, producing a fan from seemingly nowhere. She waved it lightly, her movements unhurried and graceful, like some ancient noble straight out of an old wolf clan. My gaze inevitably settled on the three of them. I didn’t know Rowland’s true background besides his being Nathan’s nephew. These people he had come with seemed like very powerful wolves, the kind who could overturn the balance of an entire territory with a single decision. I unconsciously pressed my hand to my chest.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a solemn tone. "I, Lucian Thorne, Alpha of the Silver Stone Pack, stand before the Moon Goddess tonight to sever the bond. I reject you, Nadia Woodward, as my mate and my Luna. By the light of the full moon, I broke this tether. May the Goddess witness my words and set our souls free." "I, Nadia Woodward, accept it." As the words died out, our bond severed. My heart wrenched violently. It felt like a physical amputation of the soul, leaving a phantom limb that screamed in agony, as if the colors of the world had drained away, leaving only a cold echo of what life used to be.

The sound of a pack recognizing their Alpha. I stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching him bask in their adoration. This was Lucian Blackwood. Not the hedonistic playboy who treated his office like a pleasure den. Not the arrogant heir who propositioned me while still inside another woman. This was the Alpha who had leaped through a window to defend his people. Who had fought on the front lines. Who had led his pack to victory against a coordinated attack. And standing there, watching him move through the crowd with blood on his skin and triumph in his eyes, I felt something shift inside me.

Cleopatra raised a brow before glancing at Rose who was standing motionlessly behind him. "There's something you should know." Hezell began, "My father and Braeden Vause were quite close. Before the night where Werewolf Hunters attacked the Council when we were having a meeting in the Vause family home, there had been preparations in place to make me the Regent of every witch covens." "A Regent is a witch who gains control and authority over all the witch covens in the city." Syren, who had walked in with Cleopatra, explained. "How does that have anything to do with Freya?" Neon asked, knitting her brows together in a frown.

I sped to my room picking my cloak. "Hold Mason, I'll be there soon." I mindlinked him. It was midnight already, I walked through the castle dressed in a black cloak, it was a hooded cloak made with a delicate polish. I had a black leather breeches beneath, providing protection. A firm neatly gathered sleeves made it quite comfortable, I had a thick tiny leather belt tightened around my waist holding my dagger. I wore a black matching mask covering my face, leaving only my piercing eyes, the elegant hat I wore helped me in obscuring my identity.

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 am coming to you. I sobbed with relief. Savannah gave me a withering look. "There is no use crying, bitch! He will be mine now," She said. I made sure that Lucian heard it as I mentally communicated with him. Red smoke emanated from the cauldron as Regina filled the goblet with that disgusting liquid. "Drink it!" She commanded.

His eyes which had returned to their normal, grey hue turned green - bright, dazzling and comforting to Cwena. He stretched out his hands, closed his eyes for a few seconds and moved his lips in small, unreadable trends, muttering a spell. The wand shook on the ground, raised to air and flew straight into his hands. “Evictendius Relarmus!” Sir Oswic commanded in a booming voice as he managed to turn and look at the tyronimic. A massive gust of wind, almost as intense as the first sprang out of the wand and pushed the tyronimic backwards a bit and him forward, out of the tyronimic's grip - not before it yanked off a piece of his leg's flesh.