Regulus Re Zero Novels & Stories

He stood still for a moment watching the moon as Anubis' words settled in deeply. I will kill them… I will kill them all. Lillia’s words flashed in his mind briefly. You don’t seriously believe her, do you? A quiet breath of thought slid through Regaleon’s mind, but he remained silent, lifting the parchment once more to stare at it. A thin vertical line stood at the centre, steady and unwavering as it held twin arcs, curving around it, one facing up and the other facing down.

[Hestia] I just hid my face against my pillow, as Eleanor replied to Greg. "We'll be out in 30 minutes Greg." Eleanor shouted. "Great, His Majesty is waiting for the two of you in his office. He has something important to tell you before you're flight." Greg said. "Thank you, Greg." Eleanor replied. Eleanor continued laughing, then crawled back on top of me, removing the pillow off my face. As she removes the pillow, I was pouting. Then Eleanor's laughing intensified, as she saw me pouting.

retorted Chelsea as she once again threw another snow ball at his direction , this time Regulus was ready and once he had shaken and wiped off most of the snow that was coating his hair and face , he dodged the incoming snow bullet , grabbed some of the snow with a quick and agile cartwheel and threw it right back at her . " Oh my god ! You are crazy !" shrieked Chelsea when another snow ball hit after she has dodged the first , when she turned around to see what was actually happening, she was stunned . Behind her Regulus was on his knees and was shooting snow balls at her with an incredible speed that may leave even the machine gun behind . " I'm the leader of the seventh squadron , little

"Did the Alpha just say what I think he said?" I forced myself to speak past the lump in my throat. "Who are you?" "Don't you know?" A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. It did not reach his eyes. Then I saw the marking on his collar, a silver crescent moon ringed in thorns, and my heart stopped. "You are Alpha Zarek," I whispered. "Our Alpha." "I am." He tilted his head, studying me. "And you are my fated mate, which means you are my Luna."

Queen Mother Rhea smiled at me with a cold gleam in her eyes and slowly raised her small silver dagger. The warm candlelight from the iron wall sconces reflected off the sharp edge of the polished blade. I tightened my grip on the heavy brass candlestick in my left hand and prepared to swing it at her head if she lunged forward. Rhea did not charge across the room or try to stab me in the chest with her weapon. She paced across the black marble floor with a slow and calculated grace while she inspected my ruined appearance.

He opens his mouth to argue, but he stops, his eyes flicking over to me, remembering the things I said in class yesterday. "Uriel has no team," Regis continues, pointing a finger at the silver-haired Lycan. "He was planning to go in solo or drag two nameless servants along to carry his gear. Am I wrong?" Uriel doesn't answer. He doesn't deny it either. "So," Regis purrs, clapping his hands together with a sudden crack that makes me jump. "The math is simple, isn't it?" My brain goes blank. No. No, wait. Stop. Don't say it.

When he saw Sam, he raised an eyebrow and said in a teasing tone: “You really do have guts. I’m impressed. You’re going all out for the bastard you handed to Alexander. Truly, your fatherly love is awe‑inspiring.” Sam tensed, missing the mockery completely. He bowed his head slightly and replied, flustered but earnest, “Thank you.” Regan studied him for a moment and then asked, voice turning cold: “And what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?” Sam froze. Inwardly, panic surged. Regan was a renowned physicist, celebrated in academia and notorious in the shadows. He’d worked on nuclear weapons, produced groundbreaking research, and held deep influence in politics. Beyond that, he

★𝕬𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆 The signing ceremony for the Regulated Chaos Accord was held in the central, newly re-geometrized chamber of the Nexus. The chamber was designed by Lyra's engineers to subtly shift its structural patterns every few hours a constant, visual reminder that stability was now fluid, not fixed.

The doctors diagnosed me with severe depression. One day, I finally calmed down. I set fire to everything in the house. I sat quietly on the windowsill, breathing in the fresh air for the first time in what felt like forever. Warm. Humid. Watching Rick cry in regret, I was indifferent. After returning to my room, I went to rest. I had no idea when Rick left. As the New Year approached, I had urgent business abroad. That day, while I was in a meeting, Jennifer called me. It was midnight back in Cheria.

She was done having fake delusions. “When will you need it?” he asked. “As fast as possible—today, if possible.” “No, it will be ready for signing fourteen days from now.” Fourteen days? That was long, but as long as she would be free from Ryker, she could endure two weeks. “Cool,” Ember replied. Momentarily noting the days until she would finally be free again. “But Luna, does the Alpha know about this?” the lawyer asked. “Let him know and you’re dead,” Ember replied in such a cold voice that Charles, her lawyer, immediately cut the call.