Tom Moorcroft Regulus Black Novels & Stories

Jason McCann's lost cousin. Ace Black -He is seventeen years old. He has black hair with blue eyes and he is dangerous. Controls his own mafia since his father killed his mother at a ball which made Ace take over the Mafia. He's an assassin, Hacker and street racer. Luca, Domenico and Giovanni Romano best friend. Liam Black

After joining the blade rage he has a current bounty of eleven thousand perus. Tommy 'Tom' Stormblood. Younger brother to Tim and aged sixteen. His specialty is studying history and ancient languages. Reason for joining, unknown. His weapon of choice are mystical totems which grant him various abilities. His current bounty is six thousand five hundred perus. Bucky 'Buck' Drakens. Young brother of Bill, an introverted, intuitive, quiet and calm boy. Aged fifteen. He is a lightning mage who studies alchemy, his wields the mage staff- Stormbringer. He aspires to widen his alchemy skills. Reason for joining team unknown.

My wolf soul hovered directly above the stone table. The cold, white surgical lights were painful to look at for my wolf soul. My body was on the table. After soaking in the Blackwater River for three days, my face was bloated and rotting. Even I felt sick looking at it. Ethan Earnhart stood in front of the table with a scalpel in hand. A mask covered half his face, but the eyes above it looked cold. It was as if he was staring at a pile of decaying wolf feces.

At the center of it all sits Celeste Valentina Morau—Dean of Storm Academy, Legendary Bloodwizard Vampire and Storm Queen of the Swarm War, deep crimson eyes scanning each page with centuries-old precision despite her youthful appearance. Today’s pile is from BludHeaven Academy in Santa Cruz. Every file has already been rubber-stamped by Principal Isolde Veyra—pre-approved, vetted, ready for her final signature. She knows the system: only the edge cases, the special ones, the potentially volatile ones make it to her desk. She flips through applications mechanically—stamp, sign, set aside—until one folder stops her cold. **Nico Black.** The photo clipped to the front is stark: pale skin, blac

The huge TV hanging on a wall was on full volume and the currently going viral news about the rogue attack in Moon Mist Pack was playing on it. "There was a rogue attack this evening in the pack!" Rhayghar exclaimed as he came to a halt across from the television. "I forgot to mention that to you. Alpha Fenriz was all set to meet you tonight but the rogue attack occupied him." "Where did it happen? I hope no one was killed or fatally harmed?" "Hmm," Rhayghar closed his eyes in a twinge of pain until, "All the rogues are dead. Some mysterious she-wolf going by the name Rogue Huntress killed them all."

I stood on the stage of the Alpha Council's grand auditorium, wearing a tailored black dress that commanded respect. The spotlight felt warm on my face as I accepted the Medal of Excellence for my blood bud grass research. This was a newly discovered herb that could rapidly stop bleeding and restore energy, greatly reducing warrior casualties in pack battles. Through years of relentless research, working eighteen-hour days in the lab, I had made this rare herb artificially cultivable. The audience erupted in applause. Hundreds of the most powerful wolves in the continent were on their feet for me. "Dr. Maya," Alpha Kane of the Northern Territories approached me after the ceremony. "Your work

“Who's this ugly old man?” Ivorie asked with arched brows as they both stood before a picture frame. In Ivorie's mind, the man on the frame was just so ugly. Regan bursted a short laugh. Ivorie's eyes widened as she had never heard him laughing so sincerely before. It sounded real and she felt a bit dejected for not seeing it. “That is Alpha Ronald, Alpha of Moon Stone pack. Make sure you don't talk about his distorted face in his presence.” Regan said with a tone of amusement as he walked away.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Morris' POV "Coward! Why are you running away from me? Why don't you want to fight me? I will fight you for Bonita. I know I can make her much happier than you can. I hate you, Victor Black, but I will come after you. Although you are a family of mine, it does not mean I have to like you. I am Morris Black! You think just because you are a magical wolf, you are something special! You are nothing but a freak of nature. There should be no magical wolves. I do not know what the Moon Goddess thought when she created you," I shout after Victor. I hear him laugh, and that makes me even more furious.

“ I was tempted to check how powerful your elite guards were.” There was this proud smile on his face as he clapped his hands, then wiped his suit off superficial dirt. My tight jaw loosened, replaced with a cold smile. The man before me was tall, with a wolfcut hairstyle, black eyes, and a sharp jaw. I could feel his pheromone reaching towards me, wrapping around me. “And you are?” “Alpha Zachary of Ravenmoore pack.”