Regulus Black Wand の小説・ストーリー

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

"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."

“Come here. Look at this bloody thing.” From behind a half-collapsed gravestone, Iris emerged, brushing dirt from her palms. “What is it now? Did the battery go flat again?” “No,” Ron muttered, holding the wand out toward her like it was contaminated. “It picked up something. A reading. From the girl.” Iris blinked. “What girl?” “Moira’s niece. Lila.” At that, Iris’s expression shifted. She stepped forward quickly, snatching the wand from his hand and tilting it toward the light. The small, enchanted dial at its center was still pulsing faintly, yes, but unmistakably.

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.

He was supposed to be the pride of the Ironclaw pack, once tall, handsome, and radiating the presence of an Alpha. But now, he was gaunt, his cheekbones sharp, his eyes sunken, and his skin pale as if drained of all life. More terrifying still, his Alpha aura had nearly withered away, his wolf instincts so faint they seemed to have been stripped away, leaving him hollow. His once thick black hair had thinned and grayed at the roots. "Eve!" he gasped, reaching out toward me. When I instinctively took a step back, he looked heartbroken, almost dropping to his knees before me.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

"Alpha! What's wrong? What did I do?" Regulus looked down at her, his gaze utterly devoid of warmth. Alice had taken a position that didn't belong to her, stolen everything that should have been Leah's and the pup's. Regulus' voice was cold as ice. "You did nothing wrong. The mistake is you being here at all. You shouldn't have a mark that was never meant for you." Alice's face went pale, her voice trembling. "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said." Without a moment's hesitation, Regulus turned and walked straight toward the altar. His stride was firm, the violence radiating from him so intense that every guard along the way dropped to their knees in fear.

She saw how spells like this can do permanent damage if they are exposed to it too long. "We need to destroy this immediately but first Inwant to see if I can find the stamp on it. Most dark witches or wizards are arrogant and like to show the world who has created the chaos." Regina says looking exited. If she can expose who is working with Dutch it will be an advantage for them. Just as Regina start to examine the totem there is a knock on the door and as Gina open it she stands shocked at what is waiting for her.

Their soft wails filled the sterile room as if the sound itself sought to cut through the mansion’s cold silence. But there would be no rescue, no salvation. Soon, a woman in a white lab coat, her nameplate showing, Dr. Ana Blackwood walked among the cribs, her eyes scanning the infants with a detached clinical focus. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly, her face pale and expressionless. She had been with the Black Order for decades now, her loyalty and her role in Project Regen the Elixir of Youth were pivotal. She was no stranger to death or suffering—it was merely a part of her work now.

It had been just one strike, and it was over. Lillia sat frozen, emotions stirring within her chest she hadn’t prepared for, Conrad’s words echoing alongside the parchments burned into her vision. Then, there was the way Regaleon hadn’t even drawn a weapon, the way his power had manifested even in his restraint. He is the beast of Wolfsbane—the beast of Wolfsbane—beast of Wolfsbane—beast. Her pulse raced. As if on cue, Regaleon lifted his gaze. He searched the arena deliberately, drifting slowly toward the tent until he found her. And he settled on her.