Tom Moorcroft Regulus Black Novels & Stories

Cristian asked. I shook my head and Tate grabbed my hand. Surprisingly I didn't let go. I need his support. "It means 'to protect our race.' It was the motto of Black Moon. They were the wolves that fight all our battles against other kinds of supernaturals or hunters. They have no sense of submission, like you, they are fantastic fighters. And... I believe your father was the alpha." Was?

“I want to lick off the water with my tongue.“ He didn't reply immediately. He just took a slow, deliberate step towards me. “Come and lick it off then.“ Thank Goddess… I didn't waste time at all. In a swift movement, I threw the duvet off me and jumped out of the bed, my heavy breasts jingling. I stepped in front of him, and dropped to my knees with my acrylic nails digging into his thighs. I looked up at him and oh lord... this man is too beautiful to behold. A set of stormy grey eyes. A sharp jawline that is so perfect. Skin so smooth like that of a fairy. He is perfection and the Goddess must have sculpted him on the most happiest day of her life. Alpha. Lucas. Blackwood Alpha of the Moo

That night, as Jason shut his eyes, he saw flashes of himself, filled with rage, standing over a man he had shot dead. Other images of five men flashed in, lying lifeless in different positions, at different locations. He felt relieved, breathing the metallic scent of their blood before walking out of there. He was dressed as Black Moon and the wind played with his black jacket which was as dark as a heart void of forgiveness. He opened his eyes, watching the ceiling. "I'm almost there, Rose." He smiled and averted his gaze at Stacy before laying a soft kiss on her cheeks.

Wolves can communicate in ways humans do not understand. I looked back at Jacob slowly. “Your wolf’s name is Storm?” “Yes,” he said. I turned to Maya again. What does Storm look like? She was quiet for a few seconds and then she answered softly. He is completely black. His fur is black like night. I can feel his strength even from here. He is very strong. He will protect us well. I felt something warm move inside my chest again when she said that. I looked at Jacob and suddenly a thought came into my mind.

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

I used that thought to keep my irritation at bay while the teacher continued, "You will each state your name, rank, and pack starting from Cyrus." His eyes turned to me, revealing the barely veiled look of disgust in his eyes. My hand twitched before I took a breath and did as I was told, "Cyrus Black-Moon. Rank: alpha. Rogue." As I finished, a few people tried to meet my eyes with looks of disgust and judgment. The teacher nodded with a slightly satisfied smile, "Thank you, you may be seated."

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

shitty boy from the dinner and shitty boy from the supermarket along with two men. "Good evening Ms. Evans", said the man who looked like the leader, tall, blond hair, blue eyes, and very imposing. "Good evening Mr......" I said while eyeing the group. "Jacob Bloom, Alpha of the Northmoon pack", then gestured to the red-headed man next to him, "This is Rain Black, my Beta" he stepped aside and nodded toward the boys, "My son Luc and Rain's son Alex", so shitty boy from the dinner is the Alpha son and shitty boy from the supermarket is the Beta son, good to know. I crossed my arms and gave them the meanest glare I could master. I kept at it until Alex's eyes zoomed behind me.

He’s not judgmental, which is very high quality in my opinion. The terrace door is open, I step outside and spot someone sitting on a small table. I recognize the Black Tiger in his all-leather outfit. He’s peacefully smoking his cigarette while his eyes are resting on the moonlight and his mind travelling elsewhere. I hesitate to move closer at first, but I don’t have any reason to fear him. It’s not like the building belongs to him.

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.