Rigel Black Chronicles Novels & Stories

I thought he was going to be furious by my words but he appeared to be calmer than I had thought. I went back to my room and my wolf won't stop talking about us being mates. " I hate to hear it" I yelled as I covered my ears. My eyes went to my wrist as I saw a silver line appeared there. I touched it and felt the connection with Alpha Kael, the ritual was already taking place.

~ (Raziel) This battle had been ruthless, and knowing that it was pointless to even try and intervene, I was somewhat enjoying the show. Things seemed as if they were coming to a head, but what would that outcome entail? These were the questions I wasn’t sure I wanted the answers to. I looked up at my brother and we locked eyes just as he sent multiple giant black fireballs hurtling my way.

A wave separated from the pier and, covering Chaos’ body, froze his limbs, surrounded him with a dense water ball and lifted him into the air. “Do as you're told, and maybe I'll help you find out who killed your brothers,” Agnes croaked, holding a clawed hand clenched above her. The rejuvenated fingers were silvered with scales. The wrinkles on her face smoothed out, returning her to her former cold beauty. Black curls fell over her shoulders, glam up her nondescript dress with its luxury.

Why are they not going back to normal? “Why aren’t my pupils going back to normal?” I say worryingly. “Like we told you Killian, that rage frenzy wasn’t your usual one. It was different.” My Mum explains. “He’s had another one?” My Dad asks. “Yes, but this time it was worse.” She adds. I glance out of the window and see the other me stands in the yard. His skin as white as paper and a scarily enormous smile on his face. “Erm… can we go in now?” I ask.

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem

A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome." Albert entered the room, meeting his eyes was a very strange atmosphere. In the dim light of the white room, a middle-aged man was lying at the far end of the room; in the center of his chest were numerous stab wounds. He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and inside those eyes were fear and despair. The most striking thing is still

Blake taunted. Alright! This has gone on long enough, "He is Black Wing." "What?" "Yeah, Blake, the one you are taunting right now is a former fighter of Clover Field that went under the alias Black Wing. Sounds familiar?" at least that shut him up. "I understand your unmentioned hatred toward Mafias, and rightly so. But they are different. They are more like us than you think."

The man stopped with a stifled expression. “Our goal is to destroy anything abnormal, and one of the abnormal things in our world is the Ilgara hybrid.” "You are the group that opposes it." Jongin said understandingly, moving forward: “Does it make sense to you?” He stopped as that man showed his fangs into a sharp, devilish smile. “I am Aleister Black, the exterminator of the Ilgara race, who murdered Prince Gerald and his wife, Lorraine.” His smile widened like a mentally disturbed person.

Beneath the black armor layered with wolfsbane and dark silver, great power pulsed wildly. Algebar De Rigel. Orion's new leader. Stronger, more dangerous, and more ruthless than any enemy they had ever faced. He raised his hand, and the ground beneath their feet trembled. Waves of poison energy spread, making the air feel heavy and suffocating. "You think you can stop us?" His voice was deep, echoing throughout the terrain. "You, three half-human, half-beast creatures, dare to go against the will of the world?" Altair took a step forward, his teeth clenched tightly.

I can feel that my soul and my body started to be sucked by the daggers and all that absorbed energy radiates to close the holes that exist in the bars of that prison, in a complete thread of voice. "I, Hope Black, Rogue among the Werewolves, with the power of the Moon and Excalibur, reject all the Gifts the Gods have given me and cause the cycle of incarnations to close and use your power to seal this ritual." There is nothing more the Gods or those titanic Beings can do to stop me, with the help of the souls that are trapped in this prison, who once held the prison breaches, now join me in completing and maintaining those being imprisoned.