Regulus Black X James Potter の小説・ストーリー

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

His aura became dark, I had to give him a slack his mother death was catastrophic, since his uncle found out about his existence and that he will never have a child of his own as a punishment from Selene for killing his alpha, most importantly his brother, the rumors went crazy of the usurper alpha of the black rose pack. I came back to the reality as Ade knocked the door, she went in and looked at me, she was in a long baby pink dress dread with golden flowers embroidery around the waist with a heart cut and mesh straps that came off her back, she walked in and looked at me “you looking fucking gorgeous Luka” she said, I replied standing up fixing my dress as I stand ”so are you Ade”, anoth

Father asked, obviously ignoring their own side of the story as he cocked his brows at the oldest witch known as Bastiana Lopez. "It doesn't change the fact that she was almost killed. I leapt to save her life," A werewolf known as Harry chipped in, then slammed his fists on the table and wore a deep frown. "Oh! Loverboy to the rescue. The mighty power of a sugary healthy pussy," Suzy whispered in my ears and chuckled. "What does pussy have to do with what is going on?" I rolled my eyes and exhaled heavily. "So much, sugar plum, so much that you can't even imagine." She then licked her lollipop and shot a wink at a hot werewolf guy.

His muscle when the drug lord wanted to get bloody but didn't want his designer suit getting dirty. When father and mother first introduced us to the Coles, he made certain that we knew who Raul was to all of us. Father wanted the power Nicholas had, the ultimate ability to control anyone with a flick of a wrist or a deathly look. Father wanted Raul. I once saw Raul beat a man to a bloody pulp because he disrespected Nicholas. Jared wasn't home. His mother was. It was in the summer, right before school started for me and unfortunately that meant father and mother brought me everywhere. Jared's mother was in some sort of sewing room when we first arrived, and upon seeing me, asked mother if s

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

In the world ruled by Regulus Windsur, where warriors and mystics clashed, there was a belief that someone should never underestimate monks, mystics, women, or children, nor those who wielded bizarre weapons. They were said to have deadly skills beyond imagination, capable of taking down foes far stronger than themselves, and were truly unpredictable. That masked figure in black was a prime example. Snap, snap, snap... His blood-red tongue flicked out, hungrily lapping at his lips as he eyed Alexander like a predator eyes its prey. His fingers danced across the abacus, sending out eerie, clashing sounds.

I asked, settling back and fixing Xavier with a curious gaze. Xavier leaned back in his chair, a dramatic sigh escaping him as he let his head fall against the plush cushion. "I just had to see this legendary Dark King in action for myself," he began, his voice holding a playful incredulity. "It’s somewhat surreal to imagine the little, scrawny Malik I knew commanding such awe and power." I downed my whiskey in a go. "You know I was never small, and definitely not weak." "Of course," Xavier chuckled, taking a more leisurely sip of his drink. "Just pulling your leg, but it's still hard to picture you any other way."

The light magic disappeared, replaced by dark energy. "Mom," Xavier called urgently. I glanced at Sia, who had collapsed, with dark magic swirling around me and filling the air. This magic felt familiar, as if it were my own and not created by Alpha Francis through the black thread. I was worried about Sia, but dark magic prevented me from getting closer to her or Xavier, as both were light magic holders.

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.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.