Regulus Black Wand Novels & Stories

“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.

It was a close win. "One out!" Emma and Devon didn't have much to do when fighting the man with the ice sword. He kept sending ice magic to Emma to freeze her hands and stop her from controlling the space balls. However, they were too much for him and he ended being pushed back and out of the platform from one of his own attacks. "One out!" The only one left was the woman fighting Regulus. She was giving him a true headache. However, in the end, he moved faster than before almost like a flash of light. Even the Duke raised a brow in recognition.

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.

Reginald said and stood up from the ground. "You know that without me, you wouldn't have conquered your brother, I can also help you conquer Benedict." Arnold said. "You are foolish, you are also power thirsty, that's why you could alley with me to kill your own cousin, so you could get third part of his kingdom." Reginald said. "How did you find out it was cloned?" Reginald asked. "Have you forgotten that I am a half mage and a half demon?" Arnold asked. "Put it straight, you are a half witch." Reginald teased.

he replied, his eyes all but twinkling. "That's good then. By the way, I got this." I pulled out the wand. "It is supposed to be a cure for corruption but I have no idea how to use it." Xavier wrapped a hand around mine and I felt a cool power seep through my hand and into the wand. "I realized," he began, "that when it comes to things like this, trying a smidge of unnatural powers never goes wrong." The wand lit up with a blood red tint, the light seeming to rise to pierce the sky. It resonated with the crimson moon above and the world was suffused in a crimson tide.

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 just hoped that they hadn't given me too much of it. I fell to my knees, gasping for air when the Wolfsbane traveled through my bloodstream. "Why are you a Rogue?" I groaned in pain from the wolfsbane, but didn’t answer. "Are you blacklisted? Is that why you won’t talk?" Remembering what Elijah said, I shook my head. "I-I can't g-go back." I said through gritted teeth. Now they'd think that I might be of some value to them after all. I hoped.

"You guys are powerful, and I won't kill you because we're all from Dasha, but if any of you dares to stop me again, I will go for the kill." Then, he turned away and kept walking toward the mansion. He passed the fountain and looked up, then saw Fawkes and his butler standing there. An old man with white hair was standing in front of them. The old man was wielding a black wand with a black bead on its tip. The old man looked friendly and had a faint smile on his face. He brushed his beard when he saw Wilbur walking toward him, saying, "Amazing. I can't believe you're powerful enough to win against Kiro, Tyga, Sparrow, and Woody. You're quite remarkable."

His silver hair was styled well despite the fact that he might have had an uneasy rest the night before and also his blue eyes, just like mine were fixed on me, watching me carefully with an intensity that would have made others uncomfortable or scared. To my left, I caught sight of my mother, Isabella Blackwood, who was sitting down on the edge of a second chair. Even at fifty, she was beautiful, her dark hair swept back in an elaborate hair do that revealed the sharp cheekbones that had once made her the most feared assassin in three continents. Now those same cheekbones were clenched tight with worry.