Regulus Harry Novels & Stories

"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.

Jim said. “Good. Anyway, Senior Regulus from Dragun Squad spoke of someone to me a while ago,” Tyr nodded heavily. “That person appears to be a good match for you. I really want you to meet him if there is a chance. It would be ideal if he could accept you as his disciple.”

Harry spoke in a low voice that was laced with a complex blend of indignation and regret. Gregor's eyes squinted. "What brought you here, Harry?" His tone was one of boiling rage mixed with incredulity. Years of treachery collided with Harry's sudden weakness. Harry moved forward cautiously. With a brief pause in his voice, he replied, "I'm not here as the man you remember." "I came to put things right, or at least to give you a chance to see things clearly." He looked at Stacy, whose face was one of astonished disbelief. "I've hurt you all, I know it. I am aware that my acts have caused wounds that may never completely go away. However, I know something—a fact—about Sebastian Blackwood and

The man gritted, slightly startling Harry, who blinked. “Okay,” Harry replied, then walked over to the armchair and sat on it. Mr Reginald walked up to him and stood before him. “How are you feeling?” He asked in his baritone voice, staring at Harry. “What sort of question is that…” “Let me guess, you feel horrible and lonely.” Mr Reginald interrupted. “Mhm hmm.” Harry nodded, about to take another sip on his drink, when Mr Reginald snatched it away from him.

Furious, he stared icily at Harry and questioned, "Who are you?" Harry was thrilled to note the change in Franklin's expression. He thought he'd succeeded in inciting Franklin, which meant that Damian would have hell to pay. "My name is Harry Sawyer, Mr. Webb. I'm from Spencer Corporation. You don't need to thank me for exposing these two vermin to you. I'm honored to do my part in ensuring that nothing disrupts the celebration!" Franklin wanted to curse. Hah! As if he felt thankful! With a stormy look in his eyes, he slapped Harry right across the face, roaring in anger, "You look like the vermin to me!"

“I really wanted to break that proud smile of yours and stomp you under my feet. However, a duel between two Alphas would endanger my pack. I don’t want to put my pack’s peace just for a fight where the winner was already decided.” “Hah!” Regis scoffed. “Coward.” “Me? Coward? No. I was only protecting my people, unlike you, a brainless leader who asked for a duel without considering your people.” Regis licked the corner of his lips as he chuckled sardonically. He was purposely buying some time for Henry to observe the surroundings. Heny, a Gypsy, has the ability to know which was the fated Alpha King among the crowd. But no one, not even Philip, matched the criteria of the King. Disappointed

Claudius, Miguel, and Perseus rode in the same car. My phone beeped. Upon picking it up. Miguel's text message welcomed my eyes. [The annulment of our marriage is done and through. You and Claudius can get married whenever you want.] While I was reading his text message. I could feel another eye reading it too. I met Claudius's gaze, but he said nothing. "Let's talk about this matter after the burial, Migs," I said to him through telepathy.b In Regulus culture, the body of the Alpha was burned on the last day of the funeral, then his ash would be scattered to the wind. The Regulus pack members believed that, by doing that, the dead Alpha would be able to continue guarding and protecting the

“Understand?” And she was saying she understood him? Heloise gently withdrew her hand. Ignoring the pain from the pull on her healing wound, she cupped his sharply defined face with both hands and looked down at him. “For you, there have been too few things you truly cared about and were able to hold on to. That’s why you’re like this.” Who would have imagined that Reginald—the president of Wordsworth’s Consortium, the man who commanded the power struggles of THE PHOENIXFELL EMPIRE—was someone who lacked a sense of security so profoundly?

he finally asks, proving he’s not so easily caught by such an obvious ruse. “Where can I find the Regulus?” Stolas is startled at the name, a good sign I had caught the knowledge demon off-guard. He does not answer right away; instead, he closes his eyes and withdraws into himself. I cannot tell if it’s a trick of the lighting or whether the area around his chair grows darker. Finally, his eyes snap open and he answers.

Was he safe? **********************************