Timothee Chalamet Regulus Black Novels & Stories

Why did I have to see this? A scream echoed through the room, causing my eyes to fly open and witness Hades dangled Leto off the floor by her hair. He tossed her to the bed before shredding her shirt with one swipe. My knees gave out underneath me. My body crumpled to its knees in defeat. “I, Hades Valis, Alpha of the Black Moon, claim you, Leto Levett as my mate and Luna.” Hades spat out before aggressively sinking his canines into her flesh. Her body thrashed uncontrollably underneath him.

Her eyes, sharp and electric, met mine the moment she decrypted the final file. “It’s not him,” she said. “Not physically. But it’s him.” “What does that mean?” I asked. She swallowed. “It means Reagan didn’t just build weapons. He built himself a backup. A living, breathing AI system—part algorithm, part sentience. Modeled on his mind.” Lucien stood frozen. “You’re saying he uploaded his consciousness.” “I’m saying Reagan Blackwood never planned to die.” The AI called itself REMUS. It wasn’t just a program. It was a voice, a presence. And it didn’t want power.

I said, shaking my head. “From today, I, Alpha North, declare Elena Black, daughter of Gabe Black, as a slave to my mate and Luna, Leila.” he announced.

I asked, snapping her thoughts back to reality. She cleared her throat. “Mrs. Kim told me that Mr. Black and him are familiar with each other. He’s Caleb Villafuerte, has mixed blood.” I nodded before approaching the semi-stage where a red majestic-single chair was seated. Our theme for today is a little bit different from last time where we only focused about cars. Today, we will be playing a sexy theme for the front cover of this month’s magazine. A seductive and persuasive one. “It’s good to finally be paired with a well-known model like you miss Daño.” A deep voice stated that caught my attention.

' We’re 'Fighting' the 'Original-Parasite'. Dominic Thorne, the "Ice-King-Eternal," felt his "Vantablack-Indigo" anchor "Syncing" with the "Dissonance." He saw the "Residue" as a "Systemic-Infection" on the "Universal-Standard." He was the "Sovereign-Immunity."

The werewolves, once full of reverence, now watched with mocking eyes, some even quietly laughing at the once-mighty Alpha, who had fallen so far. Charlie gripped the glass bottle, his right hand slapping his own face so hard it turned bright red, half of it swelling up from the impact. His parents, unable to watch any longer, tried to shut down the livestream, but Charlie pushed them aside. "Don't touch it! No one can turn off the camera! "This is all my fault. I'm going to confess, right here, in front of the entire world, in front of all our people!" Ignoring the swelling in his face, he knelt straight in front of the camera.

Let him know how much I loved him. My steps became faster and faster as if I was going to run in the next second. I finally walked through the long aisle and stood next to Alex. I raised my head, looked at his face, and calmed my breath. “Alex Troy, Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, whether in health or illness, rich or poor, are you willing to hold Rebecca Swan's hands, respect and love her, until death separates you?” The priest looked at our fingers intertwined and coughed awkwardly.

She was holding his arm tightly as if she was afraid he would disappear. Leon stepped forward until he was standing right in front of me. I could feel the bond between us pulling, like an invisible thread tying my heart to his. It hurt just to stand near him. He looked down at me and for a moment neither of us spoke. Then he said in a loud and clear voice so everyone could hear: “I, Leon Maxwell, future Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack, reject Anya Taylor as my fated mate. From this moment on, she means nothing to me and I claim no bond with her.”

The sound rising and falling in a way that made the air in Leslie’s room feel thick, like even the silence between sounds was loaded with something she could not escape. Leslie pulled the pillow tighter. Something burned behind her eyes. She was not going to cry. She told herself that firmly. She repeated it like a rule, like a law, like something carved into stone. She was not going to cry because Tony Blackwell had chosen to spend his evening three doors down with a woman who had made Leslie’s life a misery since the day she arrived. She was not going to cry because she could hear every single second of it and Victoria knew she could and had decided that was perfectly fine.