Rigel Black Chronicles Novels & Stories

Slowly, she already felt relaxed. "I pay my respect to sage azaroth and the 5 saints" Connor said, with his right hand across his chest and a bow. The 5 saints were the figures in white, they were responsible for the healing and potion making of the royal house of Valentino. They could be referred to as the alchemist and doctors of the clan. "Azaroth, i-" "-No time to waste on talking princess, let's begin" azaroth cut off Erica before she could continue.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

I take a last look at her and then focused on what I’m doing, but now, having a heavy heart. YOSEF I was chasing Calli as she was about to approach Black Dragon. I know I have to stop her before it’s too late. But before Calli reached him, a slow soft music filled the bar. Everyone grabbed a partner and I immediately pulled Calli closer to me. She looked at me and smiled. She can really make me calm down. I smiled back. Then I remembered Black Dragon. I looked sharply at him and was startled by his expression for the third time tonight. He looked dreamily into nothing and I’m sure he’s spacing out, a smile drawn on his face. Hmmm… Is he in love? I wonder to whom? The song continued playing a

That I can’t tell when Atlas’s looking at me or through me. I blinked. What? What did Atlas know? My throat closed. I flipped forward, skipping pages, eyes frantic. More glyphs drawn in the margins. Black ink smeared. Phrases circled again and again: Blackwater Ritual. Mirror binding. Kieran is the vessel. I am the lock. My vision doubled. The floor tilted under me. I saw flashes — a voice in my ears, calling my name. Screaming it. A stone chamber. Cold chains. Blood in a circle. My hands, my hands, trembling.

Chapter Forty-Seven – New Alpha King. Chris’s POV Black Hills hadn’t recover from Your Silver’s visit. Neither had I. It was the lowest I’ve ever been but couldn’t even fight. It brought back old traumas and regrets and birthed new hatred also. My tormentor was my one time mate. I dared not call Your Silver by Rihanna. She didn’t want me to and that was because she wasn’t her, she was a ghost of her. Rih would never hurt so much people in the name of freeing slaves. Rih didn’t have the heart to be rogue.

“Listen to me. The binding is killing you slowly. I can fix it. The attack on the storehouses gives us cover. No one will notice us leaving.” Shouts echoed from outside. Wolves were fighting near the western edge. Smoke rose in the distance. I shook my head. “You performed the ritual on me while I was unconscious. You are the reason I am losing myself. Why should I trust you now?” He reached for my arm. “Because I am the only one who knows how to reverse it fully. The book I gave you is real. But we need alpha blood to seal the spell. Come with me.” I pulled away hard. “No. Rhydian will never agree to that. And I do not believe you.”

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

CHAPTER 45 BELLA Athena had started to cry for attention, and I rushed off to her. Once I had calmed her down, I brought her out, and Gabriel who’s face automatically lit up at the sight of her, reached out to take her in his arms. She was full of smiles as she went to him. Her tiny hands made its way to his cheeks as he spoke to her lovingly and waltzed around the room with her. While father and daughter were having their bonding session, I excused myself and went to my room and called up Erica. She, too, was just as worked up as me about what had happened earlier. Neo did explain his side of the story to her after we had left. He told her that the reason why he didn’t bother defending hims

She began chanting the Dream Sovereign song: > “By shard of fang and bond of bone, > We break the crown you made our own. > In dreams of grace, your guilt be known, > And mercy’s seed in darkness sown.” The fang’s crystal core ignited, silver threads weaving into Magnus’s armor. Lucien stepped back as the fang’s glow spread, sealing the traitor’s power. Magnus’s shoulders slumped. The siphoned energy drained away, leaving him weak and shivering. His eyes, once fierce, dulled with remorse. Lucien knelt, placing a gauntleted hand on Magnus’s shoulder. “Rise,” he said quietly. “Your atonement begins now.”