Tom Moorcroft Regulus Black Novels & Stories

With those parting words, she marches towards the awaiting vehicle in front of the gates to commence her journey to her new home. When Moira enters the truck she keeps the door open for Argus as he says his final farewell to his friends. The little one will find it challenging to make new friends in Deimos's pack due to his wildness and ferocity but I am confident that Lumina will find a way to make it easier for him. Phobos has his striking ocean blues set on the pup who refuses to return the attention, he is highly upset with my male. "Argus." He calls out and Argus stiffens his friends immediately scurrying away knowing that their Alpha has requested his presence.

Instead, it sounded like he was speaking through grinding sounds, sounding sinister and sharp. “I am! However, Nimbus is no better than me. I didn’t think he could reach that stage after centuries of not seeing him. I thought I could take down the Barlowe family with incredible ease this time I come back and then take over the Milky Way. Who would expect an accident like this to happen? If my body didn’t agree with your genes and perfectly go into beast mode, drastically increasing my combat and defense, I might have died,” Moe said while enduring the pain. Moe felt shocked when he recalled his fight with Nimbus not long ago.

And then at the same time, the cry of a baby is heard from inside the cottage and he goes still. The child...the child was here. . . . The unknown heir of the werewolf world has been born. . . And that's when the first drop of rain falls, marking the true begining of the prophesy beyond what no one has read. Marking the very birth of the one who will come to be named after the protector of mankind. . . . Marking the beginning of Alexa Black. . . . The protector of Death. . . . Daughter of the werewolf king Volkan Knight and the summoner of death Thora Valentine.

Tomramas said firmly. "What prophecy?!" Alpha Thomas of blue moon pack half yelled. "We have never heard of any prophecy order than the war of two worlds. And your son Williams saved us all. Now he is a destructor himself who would save us?" Alpha Reno of black moon pack said. "We have a solution. His opposite. Nathan Tomlinson." Tomramas said. "Bullshit!" Therasus of bloody moon spat. "He doesn't have wings! He doesn't have power! He is an ordinary wolf like us all! A junior!" Eric hunter of purple moon said.

As if not wanting to ruin it. "Is that the reason Lord Regar helped Luna from Alpha Eden?" A Beta, loyal follower of Regar asked after Eden had previously revealed Megan's facial resemblance to Greta. Regar grinned. Glancing once again at Greta's photo before putting it back in the desk drawer. "I know what you mean, that they are ... different people." The beta was silent for a moment. Choosing to look closely at the Master. "Yes, don't make the tragedy between Jazmore and Movaro continue. Isn't... you have the option of continuing Movaro's successor?"

a glint of excitement lit up her gaze and I wanted to stroke it until it turned into a blaze so I wouldn't have to look into her sad, dull eyes ever again, "that reminds me, when I asked you what you do for a living, you said social work. So, that was a lie." I searched the surrounding area, making sure the people close to us were too distracted to hear my whispered words, "Not exactly. I'm a leader but I take care of my pack and I'm not an ordinary alpha. Rogues are people who generally get kicked out of packs or aren't born into one to begin with, or lose their pack. I am the Alpha of the rogues. I travel a lot, finding and meeting new rogues and helping where I can. If they're good, I'll

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

"If I said I wasn’t aware of the disappearances in this country, that would be a lie. I am well aware of it all, and it’s not just humans who are missing—many of our kind have also fallen victim to this. I’m telling you all this for you to understand that finding the person behind this is as important to us as it is to you." The Secretary of Defense, James Morrison, was the first to break the silence, his weathered face contorted with rage. "Mr. Blackwood," he began, his voice trembling with fury, "I understand that some of your own kind have been missing, but I hope you haven’t forgotten that it’s your wife, your Supreme Luna, who is behind each of their disappearances. So if your kind are

He was dressed in a tailored, charcoal three-piece suit, a stark contrast to Wyvern’s reckless leather and Dragon’s half-naked dominance. He had sharp, aristocratic features, his dark hair neatly swept back, and wire-rimmed glasses resting perfectly on the bridge of his nose. I knew him! It was him! The second of the triplets! Gregor Blackblood. He slowly closed the ledger and removed his glasses, setting them neatly on the desk. His eyes were a chilling, icy blue, devoid of the feral madness of his father or the wild chaos of his brother. They were entirely analytical. Cold. Piercing.

A sleek black SUV with the Blue Moon crest rolls in, its windows glinting in the sun. For some reason, my heartbeat kicks hard against my ribs. Something feels off, like a warning or a promise I can’t name. Rourke steps closer to me. “Eyes up, Knight. That’s the Moonfire Healer’s ride.” My grip on my weapon shifts, my breathing slow and deliberate. Every muscle in my body locks. --- The SUV stops at the base of the stairs. The first to step out is Alpha Daniel—the Blue Moon Alpha, broad-shouldered, his presence as commanding as the rumors say. He circles the vehicle and opens the back door—