Tom Moorcroft Regulus Black Novels & Stories

His red eyes were looking at me as if he was going to kill me right here and right now. Red eyes, black hair, and an evil aura. His features perfectly match the crazy rogue from the rumor. “Who are you? And why did you enter the borderline?” The crazy rogue in the rumor killed all the wild rogues who tried to harm and enter the Blood Moon Pack territory. He will feel threatened once he finds out who I am. But I am certain that this crazy guy would never kill me. “I am Regis. The Alpha of Green Forest Pack,” I introduced. The smell of death permeated the frigid air.

The fire in my look was something a wolf could never forget. The next morning, Supreme Alpha Idris stood by the massive glass windows of the Mooncrest Tower, looking down at the guard wagons moving through Ravenmoor Moon City. His black shirt showed off his big shoulders and narrow waist, and his handsome, icy face made him look like the most terrifying king alive.

“Because of the deal, Blood River is one warrior short of our quota. Bronx is going back in my place. We don’t have enough trained warriors to send anyone else, and Bronx refuses to let me go. Milo and Reggie are going to protect him.” I put my fingers over my mouth. Words try to form, but they come out as random sounds. Bronx is going back for Dad? Of course Milo and Reggie Slater are going. They are Beta Scion and Gamma Scion. They would do anything for Bronx. All this is because of Marco?

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.

“It can’t be. That blood lion is called Ragnar. Although not a rare talent, it’s a genius, after all. With a level at the peak of eight stars and strength at the early stage of nine stars, I don’t think Regus can kill it.” “That's right, and the man in black doesn't seem that simple either. I don’t think Regus will make a move.” Various comments could be heard, and Philip hovered in the air while looking at the few people below with great interest. However, he deliberately controlled his aura so that his exposed strength was only the early stage of eight stars. Regus said blandly, “You disrupted my meal with a friend. How do you think we should settle this?”

Hoping she wouldn't suffer any harm from the attack. One by one, of the warriors from the Crescent Moon closed the circle around them. They sneered and growled as they readied for combat. Unaware of who Selene was, unaware of who James was....unaware of the true background of who Blake is! The heir to the Primordial wolves. The strongest, ruthless, most aggressive wolves in all existence. Will they be able to handle him alone? Alpha Stewart chuckles, an evil glare in his face. Macy stands before him. Her hand held high, face perked up with pride. Under estimating the results that may come.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Matthias is all that and more to the Pack and to the Alpha. My father nods and places his finger on the intercom. "Thank you. Please escort her in." A few moments pass in tense silence until Matthias opens the door to the office, Layla trailing behind him with her hands clasped in front of her. He places his hand on her back and guides her in. "Sit." He growls at her and for a split second of weakness, I almost feel kind of bad for the she-wolf. You won't be able to find a single wolf in Blackwater who isn't more than fond of Willie. She is fated to be our next Luna after all, even though she isn't yet aware.

In my experience, a man who appears to want nothing in a room full of men who want everything is the most dangerous person there. I had asked Marcus about him afterward. Marcus had told me his name was Cole Mercer. Former Nightfang Pack enforcer. Expelled two years before the summit under circumstances that nobody was willing to discuss openly. He had been operating as an independent contractor in rogue territory ever since, taking jobs that established packs preferred not to put their own names on. A man like that didn't show up at your border for personal reasons. He showed up because someone was paying him to. "Is he in custody?" I asked, my voice completely quiet.

I asked him, trying hard not to laugh again. "Yes, but I want to know how they are related," he asked, and I smiled. "Well, Luis Moon is his pseudo name. His real name is Tom Regan Adhit. He is from a small town in Dome called Tempaah, and he is nowhere related to the Moons." I said, and I could hear the man cursing at the other end. "That Weasle," he said, and I was quiet. "I flew into Woodclaw this morning with some men to capture that bastard. Can you lead me to him?" he asked, and I sighed.