Reinhard Vs Regulus Novels & Stories

he said as he walked towards me. I was so furious with everything, all my life I was lied to. Why did he manipulate me like that? I took my dagger out and move towards him with blood On My Mind. He reached for his sword from the side of his waist and we both swung it at the same time. The metals cling as he blocked my attack. "Don't hold back or I am going to break you" he snarled and pushed me back with his sword and I went crashing to the ground and bit my lip. I could tell that he was a lot stronger than that. He barely touched me and I flung to the ground.

Doria, Nikolas's lover, was the only one who seemed to be struggling to hide her dislike for me. In the room, it was like I didn't exist anymore to Nikolas. His undiluted attention was focused on his mother. So were most of his cutting remarks. If I didn't know better. I would never believe the duo were a mother and son. I knew Nikolas was rather infamous for his ruthlessness in business world. Not to mention that my sister had suffered from that foul attitude, but I believed it was nothing compared to his nastiness towards his mother. I would have actually felt some semblance of pity for Lilika Sica if the woman wasn't such a spitfire herself. She had the perfect clap back for every of Niko

I knew he would never break getting tortured, I could shatter his limbs and cut his tongue into tiny little pieces and feed it to him but even then, he wouldn't break. A man like Maxwell Richter thrived on masculinity. On domination, to fully break him, I needed to reduce his masculinity to nothing and what better way to do so than to have him defiled from every angle. The same way he had done to others. Unless he was secretly gay and enjoying himself. Who knows, Maybe Malcom and him had been ramming their poles up each other's asses, I wouldn't be surprised. A barely contained laugh slipped from my lips as I urged my men to go on, backing them up with cheers.

To end this before it destroyed both of us. I tried to focus back on the presentation, but my thoughts kept drifting. Yesterday’s heat still clung to my skin like smoke. The sound of her gasp, the taste of her lips, the undeniable truth that no amount of denial could bury: Regina wasn’t just temptation. She was the storm itself. And now, I had to weather her. The meeting went on, Reinhardt asking questions, his sharp gaze flicking between Regina and me like he was already pulling at invisible strings. But I barely heard the words anymore. All I could think about was that this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Thankfully, the guards came to stop them both from killing each other. I think they were Alpha Reginald’s men. Their moves are just familiar to me. Even their scent sends me back all the painful things they did to me in the past. Seeing them again reminds me of so many memories. When Rich was finally brought into the room, I approached him with a stern look. He looked up to me like an innocent kid. "Rich, what were you thinking?" I scolded. "Did you forget that Lysander is set to replace Alpha Reginald as the strongest Alpha in the werewolf world? How could a mere Beta like you even compare to Lysander?"

"Let me guess who you sent. First off, it's gotta be that snake, Julius Bowen. That damn guy never quits. When I get the chance, I'm not playing any more mind games. I'll rip his energy core right out and crush it in my hands. "As for the second one, probably that old man from Sorya, Waylon Sloani. Persistent bastard. Still dreaming of controlling the world at his age. Too bad that when it's one-on-one, he's scared of death. Two-on-one, he fights like a madman. Three-on-one, he might actually win." Reginald hefted the massive sword and started toward the forest's edge. Beyond that line lay the chaotic frontier, a no man's land. He knew that waiting for him out there were not just Julius and

In the Maybach, as Magnus listened to the roar of the engine and the rising speed, he felt like his blood was boiling too. He had completely forgotten about the pain in his leg. Sitting in the middle, he stared straight at the Mercedes-Benz in front of them, which was getting closer by the second. His eyes had turned red. "Ram into them! Do it like you're trying to kill them!" Beside Magnus, Reginald had a vicious smile on his face as he leaned against the seat. He lightly rubbed his bald head with his right hand. "In this city, except for Jacob, no one dares to oppose me!"

As it swung open, everyone froze in shock. "Bring her out!" Ean barked. One guard hesitated. "Mr. Smith, the freezer... It seems to have turned on." Ean's expression twisted in anger. "What do you mean turned on? Are you trying to shirk responsibility?" He stepped forward, the cold air hitting him like a physical blow, sending chills down everyone's spine. His face went pale. "Madeline, don't think that this will make me forgive you. Get out here!"

Careful. Marcus looked at him. "You know who it is, Julian. You've known for years. You just didn't want to admit it." "I don't—" "Elias Kael." The world stopped. I stared at the photograph. Dark hair. Sharp cheekbones. Damian's brother. The same eyes. The same smile. But colder. Harder. "That's not possible," Julian said. "Elias hates Victor. He's always hated him. They've been rivals for years. Public enemies. I've seen them argue at events. I've heard Elias call Victor a monster to his face."

The strongest ones versus the rest six. The first attack went to Regulus, the red-robed man with fire power. He fought a man with blue fire around his body and a long sable sword. They immersed in the battle almost instantly, not letting anyone else join them. Not that they wanted to. It was a strange display of blue and red fire moving throughout the whole platform. However, it amazed the crowd that had long wanted to see such kinds of powers crashing.