Regulus Black Wand Novels & Stories

I whispered, “By blood I bind, by blood I claim, by blood I awaken.” The eldest witch tilted her head. “What name do you call into this spell? Whom do you seek to claim?” My lips parted and I let the words pour like smoke. “Manny Rex, Alpha of this pack, heir of power, father of line. His will entwines with mine, his strength bends to me, his heart surrenders to me.” The humming grew louder, almost like a song now. The witches swayed as one, their robes shifting, their hands lifted.

“If they even still exist.” “They do,” Zevran said. “The Flamebound wouldn’t have survived otherwise.” The word hit her like a slap. “Flamebound. Draven called me that too.” Zevran nodded. “It’s what you are. The witches’ last defense. Fire given form.” Her laugh cracked. “Great. A weapon with trust issues.” “A weapon that can rewrite magic itself,” he said. “The Dominion wants to use that power to awaken the heart of the Black Moon. If they succeed, every bond in our world—wolf, Lycan, witch—will break.”

There was even a mixture of black and red auras wildly leaping around the altar. A group of men in black garments were standing guard around the duo. Each of them emitted mighty auras, and they were all Transcendents. One of the men in black clothes approached a gallant lady and reported the current situation to her, “Miss Regulus, we have blocked all the roads around the premises, so that the masters can fight Wikkan with peace of mind later.” This lady was none other than Celia Regulus, the granddaughter of Silas Regulus, and Six Doors’ Red Phoenix.

Regal took the two things and then bit his thumb but before drawing an array he looked at Levy and said, “ If you dare to tell anyone that I am a dark mage, I will do much worse things to you than just tightening your dress.” “ Good reminder. You know what Logan, I think he can do a few weeks without his credit card,” Levy turned to Logan and stated while Regal glared at her. Logan blinked his eyes and then turned his attention to his brother who was staring at the two of them hatefully and nodded, “ You are right about that, Levy.” “ Haha, very funny when it comes to my protection right?” Regal sneered before drawing the array and looking down at the stone table. “ Name.”

She waited in silence for him to continue. "The labels only have dates written. The oldest one dated from 'Summer, 1899', and the newest one dated 'June, 1992'. The wand is black, ebony wood probably. Not used recently enough to work with the reversal spell." Auror Moody finished reporting, and Director Bones noded. "You can use the school's pensieve if you wish to look at some of the memories."

Leo provoked Regan to do some action and he even succeeded too. "You are right. We can't sit back like this. It was so fast that I could not think straight. Now you have opened my eyes. I will do everything to save my child." Regan was in full father mode, seeing him Leonardo smiled. "I know someone, maybe she can help us." Regan shared that after thinking for some time. "Who is this person? Where can we find her?" Leonardo asked him curiously. "Bellatrix. She's a white witch. I hope she can help us. There isn't any problem going to her, right?" Leonardo nodded his head.

“But you have to swear it. Right now.” Without hesitation, Bennet pulled out his wand and began murmuring an ancient incantation in a language I didn’t recognize. The air in the room shimmered with power as he finished the spell and declared: “I, the black wizard Bennet, swear never to harm Lucy, Rose, or Alpha Jack of the Blue Lagoon Pack. I swear to help Lucy win Jack’s heart. If I break this vow, may death strike me instantly.” As the final word left his lips, a black symbol appeared across his neck—a glowing mark that shimmered ominously before fading into his skin. The curse had taken hold.

The smell of whiskey, wolfsbane, and rogue wolf hit my nose. Connors comes into view. His clothes are torn and disheveled. He's holding an empty liquor bottle in one hand and a whip in the other. The whip looks like a cat of nine tails with tiny rows of barbs at the ends. It is dripping wet with wolfsbane. “Well well well, lookie what the rogue caught himself.'' He slurs heavily. "I got myself a big bad Alpha Regent.” He slowly approaches me. I swear he took a bath in the whiskey.

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.

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.