Regulus Black X James Potter Novels & Stories

"I've always been curious about who chose that name. Why Black Queen?" Picking up the knife on the table, I twirl it around in my hand "Because my heart is as black as coal. Have you seen the American show that goes by 'Once Upon a Time?' the evil queen who coincidentally goes by Regina too has a black heart. The difference between us is that I'm not trying to be good. I won't hesitate to stick this knife in your throat and watch as you take your last breath" "Why does that turn me on?"

Livid, Regulus spat a mouthful of blood and said to Kiran, “My only regret is leaving you as a remnant. If Zara hadn’t interceded, I would have wiped out the Xander family too, so you wouldn’t have had the chance to rise again! “I didn’t lose to you. I lost to the backward members of Imperial Dragon. It was them who ruined Wolfgate. “Now that Wolfgate is gone, they will never discover the secret of Dragonsmount.” Kiran stared at the enraged and sorrowful Regulus, saying, “It’s all in the past!” Regulus got even angrier. “Kiran, someone must kill…” Boom! There was a sound like a bursting watermelon, followed by the sight of red and white brain matter splattering in the air. With a single sta

"You'll regret ever setting your eyes on me; you'll regret buying me even. I swear over my late parents' grave to make your life miserable, even if I die trying to." And with that I walked out, the Dark Lord will regret buying me.

Remus hugged his father back and stepped back. His father is Arthur Black the alpha of the Crescent pack. His father lives alone without any Luna because his Luna has died while giving birth to Remus, the only son. And that cycle goes on and on for generations. The curse. "You take your days off? Yes? From the campus?" Asked the father. Remus nodded his head. He lied to his father by saying he still got some semesters for his education, while actually he was graduated with his bachelor's degree a year ago.

His jaw was sharp, his cheekbones high, and his lips, a dark, rich red against his pale skin, were a promise of cruelty and pleasure. His eyes, the color of a stormy sky just before a great tempest, were fixed on me, and in them, I saw an ancient, knowing light that mirrored my own. They were not merely a color; they were a window into a universe of darkness, a silent, all-consuming void. They were a pair of black holes pulling me closer, swallowing all light and sound. He was exactly as I had seen him in my vision. His clothes were of woven darkness, a regal suit that shifted and flowed as if it were a living thing.

But there was something deadly about his tone. I didn’t answer. His eyes stayed on mine the whole time. He didn’t blink. By the time he reached the last step and stood in front of me, I felt like he had already taken me apart without even touching me. “I’m Mason Blackwell,” he said. “Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack. And you are?” I lifted my chin a little. My knees were weak, but I forced myself to speak. “Cassie.” He repeated my name slowly, like he was tasting it. “Cassie.”

He wondered how different the situation would have been if she were their Alpha Queen. “Luke, the Alpha king's son, do you think he's any better than his father?” Rhayghar broke the silence. “I never saw him fighting but I heard he's been through the toughest training all these years. If we're lucky, we'll have an Alpha King better than his father. And if he's clever, all these worms secretly rotting the kingdom will not be able to get away from his scrutiny.” “Let's hope that happens.” Rhayghar thanked him and cut the call. He left the house with Sam. Dropping him at school, he entered a cyber cafe and sat across from a computer. Rhayghar made a fake ID and wrote an Email to Rogue Huntress'

I could breathe again. The room exploded into chaos around me. Growls thundered through the darkness. Furniture crashed. A man screamed. I lifted my head weakly. I was still coughing and through my blurred vision I saw a massive black wolf tearing across the room like death itself. It was Jacob's wolf, Storm. His black fur gleamed in the moonlight pouring through the windows. His eyes glowed with savage fury as he launched himself at one of the masked men, slamming him so hard into the wall that the entire room shook.

Jennifer wasn't some ordinary woman— and tomorrow, her power might be the weapon I needed to finally make them pay. Then, suddenly, James cursed, clutching his stomach. "Damn it—why the hell's my stomach acting up now?" He glared at me, his eyes wild. "Did you put something in that water?" A deep, loud growl echoed from his gut — not the kind that came from anger, but from agony. His face went pale, his knees buckled, and he clamped his legs together, gripping his backside as if his life depended on it.

He was dressed in a tailored, charcoal three-piece suit, a stark contrast to Wyvern’s reckless leather and Dragon’s half-naked dominance. He had sharp, aristocratic features, his dark hair neatly swept back, and wire-rimmed glasses resting perfectly on the bridge of his nose. I knew him! It was him! The second of the triplets! Gregor Blackblood. He slowly closed the ledger and removed his glasses, setting them neatly on the desk. His eyes were a chilling, icy blue, devoid of the feral madness of his father or the wild chaos of his brother. They were entirely analytical. Cold. Piercing.