Regulus Black X Reader Novels & Stories

After resting a little bit inside the library, recuperating mana and trying to not get all emotional from those memories, I used the Evil Eyes combined with the Read and Mental affinities on all the books inside the library and the information I got from the Pandora system This combination made it easy to read and memorize the information and knowledge delivered through the pages and the chapters, it was so easy and surprising how astronomical my perception and concentration was… I am proud to call this new ability of mine that can see through everything even the memories of the mana: [Evil Eyes of Clairvoyance]! The first magic I could use by combining two affinities and using the evil eyes

Once or twice Regulus looked at her and hid his smile behind his hand but the trembling of his shoulders gave him away . Chelsea's eye twitched , she had a bad feeling. Author's note: please support my other book a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden on goodnovel please, its my first time writing an erotica, please support it .

"Monastery architecture. Unusual research topic." "Thesis work," I said quickly. "Examining how physical structures interact with Primordial magic bindings." "Fascinating." He didn't sound convinced. "And which monastery specifically?" Shit. "Black Peak," Nyx said smoothly. "The ritual anchoring performed there is one of the most complex examples of Primordial binding in recorded history. Perfect case study." Lucien went very still. "Black Peak is Lord Malachar's domain. He does not welcome scholars." "Which is why we're studying the historical records rather than visiting in person." Nyx finished her copying. Closed the book. "We have no desire to disturb Lord Malachar's... research."

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.

And from its heart, something began to emerge — a shape woven of shadow and blood, wearing a thousand faces Kaelira once loved and lost. Her knees nearly buckled. “It’s the Echo,” she whispered. “The last remnant of the Black Moon.” It smiled — a cruel, shifting thing. You brought him here, it hissed. How generous. Another vessel to consume. Zevran didn’t flinch. “You’ll choke on me before that happens.” The battle began like a storm breaking open — lightning and steel, magic and fury. Kaelira unleashed her power, the air crackling with blue fire as runes carved themselves across her skin. Zevran moved like a phantom, every strike precise, every step anchored in the rhythm of survival.

He explained, pulling the tarp off. Carrie gasped at the content of the cart. Inside were racks of the finest leather and silk she had ever seen. There were boots with enchanted soles, tunics made of breathable dragon-weave, and leggings that looked durable enough to stop a knife. “This… this is Royal quality. Even the Alpha’s wife doesn’t wear anything like this.” Carrie whispered, touching a fabric that felt like water. The man folded both hands across his chest, feeling good about himself as he huffed, “That’s because your Alpha is too lazy to work hard.”

I pushed the door, expecting it to be locked, but it creaked open, revealing a small room lit by a single candle. The air inside was thick, smelling of dust and old paper. Shelves lined the walls, stuffed with books and scrolls, their edges yellowed. A table sat in the center, cluttered with strange objects—a cracked crystal, a dagger with a wolf’s head hilt, a leather-bound book with no title. My fingers brushed the book, and that warmth stirred again, stronger, like a pulse. I opened it, my hands shaking. The pages were filled with handwriting, sharp and slanted, like it was written in a hurry. Words jumped out—Lycan blood, shadow-born, cursed wolf. My heart stopped. I skimmed faster, catc

My stomach turned as I read the words, half-burnt but clearly signed: Clara. “What?!” Lexi exclaimed. Lexi stepped closer to a small table, her hand brushing against a black object that seemed out of place. A black glass heart sat there, pulsing faintly, almost as if it breathed. I swear it moved, the surface shimmering. Lexi drew back, whispering, “Did that just move?” “Yes, it did.” Serena replied. “I think this could be origin of everything Jax,” She said. Uncertainty in her eyes. I swallowed, feeling a chill snake down my spine. “Or maybe that's what is making Manny sick.” I murmured. “Think about it, why would she leave something of so much value just laying around.”

DAPHNE A massive leather map of the Northern border networks was spread across the table, but I couldn't focus on a single perimeter line. Because of the silver poisoning rotting his Lycan curse, Malakai needed constant skin-to-skin contact to keep his wolf from tearing the keep apart. My solution to keep the King lucid enough to run a war was sitting directly between his thighs, my back flush against his chest, with his massive arms locked around my waist like iron bands.

she said, voice low. A woman dressed head-to-toe in black sat at the head of the table. Her fingers danced across her laptop keys with lethal elegance. She didn't look up as she spoke. "Do you need me to intercept it?" she asked, her voice cool as winter steel. The glow of her monitors reflected off her skin, making her look ghost-pale...otherworldly. Even my wolf paused, intrigued. Amelia had already told me about her. She said her name was Chloe and she was a computer wizard.