Regulus Wives Novels & Stories

Queen Satish exclaimed and filled with anger, she slapped Queen Kalispell very hard. "What the hell! You raised your filthy hands to slap my mother?" Kalisha thundered and raised her hands to slap Queen Satish. "Don't!" King Reginald shouted as he came into the room. "You? You raised your hands on my wife?" "I will do that again. I still remain the first queen of this palace. Besides, look at my daughter." Satish said with so much anger. "For raising your hands on my wife, you will face the consequences." King Reginald simply said and took Satish by her hand dragging her out the punishment room.

Regina said as she demanded for what had been promised to her. Darius’s grey eyes narrowed slightly at the unmistakable meaning behind her statement. Lady Regina Baldirius is the only daughter of the current prime minister and thought to be the prime candidate to become the next queen. Both the lady and her father had their eyes set on the first prince of the Kingdom and had no qualms in making their intent known to all.

Aria blinked. “Spare key. You gave it to me during the Ann madness, remember?” Isabelle said, clutching a folder. “But that’s not the point. I found something.” Aria’s heart dropped. “What?” Isabelle opened the folder. “Regina. Her full name is Regina Vane. She’s been engaged to Jerry for over a year, contractually, though the wedding was postponed. Her father is tied to Zenith’s largest stakeholder. If the wedding happens, Regina’s family gains significant power over Jerry’s company. And if he walks away…”

he replied, his words dripping with a sense of betrayal and resentment. The mention of Freya's name triggered a shocked response from Sylvia. The Freya she knew was someone she had known, someone who had been through life and death with her, and someone she believed to be a kindred spirit. Could this be the same Freya who had a hand in orchestrating this chaos? Doubt and disbelief mingled in Sylvia's thoughts. Amidst the escalating tension, Jason's commands directed the witches to harness their powers and seek ancestral intervention for protection. Simultaneously, the hunters armed themselves with advanced weaponry, preparing to unleash their assault on the Alpha.

Irish said. Atlas nodded and stroked Irish's hair gently. "My sister." Irish smiled. "We're twins, you know." The tears slowly faded, replaced by smiles and laughter of joy and relief. Atlas gently took Regina's hand. "This is my wife, Regina Maverick." He pointed to Janus and Olivia. "Those are Janus and Olivia, our relatives." Irish reached out and hugged Regina tightly, even kissing her on both cheeks, then did the same to the shy Janus and Olivia.

"Ah, look at that sun getting lower. He's so handsome." "Handsome? Is the sun a boy?" Regan asked in surprise. "Of course. You've never heard of the term 'King Of The Sun'? Aren't they only men who can be kings?" Regan gaped at his wife's baseless explanation. However, he also did not deny it. "Wow... I just found out that my wife is very smart." "Thank You."

It was late at night so Savannah and Reginald should definitely be indoors. He opened his mouth to instruct his steward, a short bald man to open the door when the oak swung on its hinges, revealing a tiny trembling figure, he held such great distaste for. She wasn’t even a werewolf, nor did she belong to any pack that would be of use to his Kingdom. A witch, a weak one at that, the girl was the worst choice of a wife for his son, yet throughout Reginald’s three failed marriages, the little witch had been in the picture. If not that King Sullivan knew how Psycho his son was, he would have believed that she was responsible for the death of those other women. The King’s face darkened even more

Ivorie attested, taking her seat also. “Did you have a mate before getting married to my son?” Rosina inquired. Ivorie shook her head. “The Moon Goddess' assigned time is yet to come. And also,” she lowered her head, “I don't have a wolf.” She said, making Rosina smile warmly. Ivorie was surely a strong believer of the Moon Goddess, as it should be. “Regan had one.” Ivorie's eyes dilated upon that revelation. “He did?” She gasped, wondering why she was just learning of this.

“Where did you see this?” “What do you know about the sigil?” Regaleon dismissed Anubis coldly, asking again. His eyes narrowed with impatience as he watched her. “Seven daughters were born of the Great Mother. Seven sigils. Seven fates woven into blood, bound by duty, yet asleep in stasis.” That’s different from the rest. Seth’s intel may yet prove fruitful. Gale pressed in closer. Indeed. Regaleon thought back as he finally sat before the woman. “What do you mean seven fates woven into blood?”

The cause of their origin has not yet been traced. There was still some time left in my marking ceremony, so I decided to explore the elite warriors, enforcers, alphas, Kings and Queens. The walls were filled with the portraits of most amazing leaders, fighters supernatural world has seen. The portrait of first Alfa Re was the largest, it was accompanied by few inches smaller portrait of first Luna Regina. She was a stunning she wolf with high cheek bones, slender nose, full lips and sharp jaw. Her pale skin signifying her origin from the country of Russia.