Timothee Chalamet Regulus Black Novels & Stories

And then I saw him. Skyler stood by the bar, a beer in hand, laughing at something Ronan said. He wore all black—black jeans, black t-shirt stretched across his broad chest, black leather jacket slung over one shoulder. His dark hair was slightly mussed, like he'd been running his hands through it. He was perfect. He was everything. My wolf surged forward with sudden, overwhelming force. *MATE.* The word exploded through my consciousness like a bomb. I gasped, stumbling, catching myself on a nearby table. The world tilted, colors too bright, sounds too loud, and through it all, a golden thread unfurling from my chest and stretching across the room toward him.

“They carry the black standard.” The black standard. Kael went still. I knew that look. “Who commands?” I asked. The soldier hesitated. “A woman.” Mira’s fingers tightened on the ledger. “What woman?” Kael demanded. “She called herself Selene of the Ashen Court.” The name hit him like a blade. I felt it. “Selene was supposed to be dead,” he said under his breath. Maelor’s voice trembled. “The Ashen Court was wiped out twenty years ago.”

The last thing he needed was more chaos. “We should go to my place, I will arrange for dinner.” Zach said, his eyes flickering towards me. “The child is hungry and needs to break out from this fear that had gripped him.” I chuckled and turned my face away. “Don’t think this would change anything, I can’t accept you back into my life, Zach and don’t even think you can blackmail me, using our son.” “Can’t you see how happy he is, don’t deprive him from the things he could acquire from being an heir to my pack. He would be the next Alpha,” Zach insisted.

His nephew was foolish, impetuous, and worst of all, unaware of just how dangerous his overconfidence could be. Lucian gritted his teeth, staring out the window of his study as the moonlight streamed in, illuminating his study. No, he thought to himself. I can’t leave this to chance. I’ve come too far and sacrificed too much to let this slip away. Xavier must become Alpha. His thoughts twisted into a plan, dark and deceitful. He would need help—someone close to Damien, someone who had access to the mansion. His eyes narrowed as one name floated to the surface; Agnes.

“Tyr Summers, Orpheus’s goal is to make you sink, to make you a degenerate. Master has said that Orpheus will one day grow strong and eradicate your Regal Palace. We’ll take back the glory that once belonged to Shadow Totem. We’re the monarchs of the night, don’t even try to locate us. Even if your Regal Palace now rules over the world, don’t even think that you can find us because we are hidden in the dark of the night. Like ghosts forever haunting your Regal Palace, Orpheus is destined to become your nightmare!” Bang! Tyr couldn’t resist smashing a fist into Pluto’s head. The latter’s head was smashed into the wall, exploding like a watermelon. By now, Matthew and the black guy had exchang

He glanced around the office like I was hiding her somewhere and didn't want to reveal her yet. I let out a deep sigh. “I rejected her immediately.” At that, his brows went up and he leaned on the desk. “For what reason?” I met his gaze. “She’s everything I loathe, Eminence. A human.” Anger surged through me at the reminder. He nodded, biting his inner cheeks. “I see. So what’s the plan now? You need to have a Luna Queen by the end of the first Blue Moon, Castiel.” Shock flickered across my face at his non-judgemental reaction.

★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.

She scrolls with a frown, "Blue Moonlight, Moon Essence, Red Haze, Silverline, Dark Moon. They're all too far." "That's what im looking for." "Amelia, there are no names here just contact info," she gasps, "What—" "That's how it works on the app." “I'm familiar with it,” Thalia nods. Nova chokes, her eyes shifting between Thalia and I. Thalia recommended this app to me, I said it was for a friend and now she knows I lied, "Oh here," she shakes her head, putting out my phone. "I'm going to throw up." She rises, fanning herself with her hand.

“So, I found out that it is recorded that you have a Luna, and the Alpha Supreme is coming to your pack to investigate it before the final approval of our alliance. You know His Supremacy does not rate alpha kings without a Luna, and Sonya here isn't your Luna.” He spoke calmly, his eyes moving from one side of the table to another. The time he raised his face, his eyes met mine, and I almost choked on my breath. “So, Dax, you have to bring back your mate, as she's the only one His Supremacy will approve of as your Luna, since she isn't dead,” he continued, and then folded his arms against his chest. Dax looked at him for quite some time and shook his head. “Impossible!”

He reached into his coat and placed a small envelope carefully on the table. “Inside that are names connected to old succession accounts,” he said. “Do not trust all of them. I paused. “Wait—” His eyes locked with mine. “You were the heir they couldn’t afford to let survive.” Every sound inside the room disappeared after those words. Even my breathing stilled. The infinity symbol on my old photo, Xavier gave me—the same symbol at the Gala—the same symbol I use to see around Mr. Jason. It all made sense. It all made sense now!