Regulus Black X James Potter Novels & Stories

her room, and we agreed to meet up later once she took some rest. "It's Bella, right?" Gabriel asked me as we walked towards his room. I just nodded a yes. "Is it short for Isabella?" No, my name is Bellatrix," I answered. "Wow, that's a beautiful name. Your name is from the Latin word meaning Female Warrior." What is this guy, a braniac or walking encyclopedia? I had no clue about the meaning behind my name. I just knew that my grams had named me. "Thanks for the compliment, but honestly, I never took the time to look up the meaning of the name my grams chose for me," I told him shyly. "We're here, I hope this room meets your satisfaction. Give me a shout if there is anything you need," I

“It can’t be. That blood lion is called Ragnar. Although not a rare talent, it’s a genius, after all. With a level at the peak of eight stars and strength at the early stage of nine stars, I don’t think Regus can kill it.” “That's right, and the man in black doesn't seem that simple either. I don’t think Regus will make a move.” Various comments could be heard, and Philip hovered in the air while looking at the few people below with great interest. However, he deliberately controlled his aura so that his exposed strength was only the early stage of eight stars. Regus said blandly, “You disrupted my meal with a friend. How do you think we should settle this?”

He wore the white-and-silver robes of the High Elders, and in his hand, he carried a scepter made of "Purified Marrow." He looked at Silas Blackwood, and a thin, mercury-smile touched his lips. "The Alpha-Regent. The 'Biological Parent'. You are a fascinating failure, Silas. You unwove your soul for a defect. You traded a kingdom for a sentiment. In the Architects' new draft, you are the 'Primary Obstruction'." "I am the man who fixed what you broke!" Silas roared, his gold-veined wolf form simmering beneath his skin.

He walked briskly to his mother's side and gazed down at Ivorie. She was unconscious and her entire body had turned black, like it was burnt but Regan knew this wasn't the work of fire. “This is the work of the dungeon’s magic.” He muttered as he traced his hand on her arm. “Why would anyone lock his wife up in such a dungeon!” Luna Rosina wailed beside Regan making the latter flinch. “I do regret it, Mother!” Regan countered with a pained expression. He was truly feeling bad about it. His heart ached when he looked at her blackened skin, even her hair – the most precious thing about her – was half blackened. It hurt him, a heavy weight was placed on his heart and he became angry at himself.

The man the world adored. He wasn’t cursed. He was cursing his own blood. I looked down at Roman, fast asleep now against my chest, completely unaware of what I’d just uncovered. His fevered skin pressed against me, burning hot. I held him tighter, not because he needed comfort, but because I needed to keep myself from shaking. Because now, I finally understood. The Blackwoods weren't cursed. It was one man. Reginald Blackwood. Just a man —a father— who decided that no one in his bloodline deserved to live long enough to replace him.

” I said in a nonchalant attitude. "You mean the alpha's meeting. No offense but what will you be doing there. “he said and I could read the curiosity in his eyes. "I am an alpha so I will be part of the meeting, this is my first time attending the meeting.” I said the truth. "Wow, you are a female alpha that's so cool. Wait a minute are you Alpha Black the only female Alpha ever known , the one who killed thousands of rogues using magic at the age of twelve."

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.

I pulled at his black aura. I sucked all his magic from him. I took every last ounce. His face went slack with pleasure. I didn't look down. I didn't want to see what it did to him. But I was merciless. I took it all. I took every last ounce of the black aura, but I didn't stop. I didn't want to. I wanted all of it. I wanted to make sure he never hurt another person again. He couldn't have any power left. Never again.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.