Novel & Cerita Tom Moorcroft Regulus Black

Oppotunity quest appear in the system: “Wipe Disastor from existence! Gain alliance from the Alpha and Deltha Player!” “Will you activate the system?” “Activate!” The rumbling continue in the distance, sending a magnified aura to the man in black. His name is Muwero, and just like his name, his been in wander from one place to another. “What's Disastor doing in this excluded place?” That's been the question he has in mind. After he left his stone home, he has been searching for this monster.

Evandor added in a muddled tone. “Nope, the Crescent Moon’s little Alpha’s name is Lucas, Alpha Lucas Black. Alpha Luke Smith is the future Alpha of Moonshine, the pack which was kicked out of that strong old pack named Dark Sapphire” Theodore corrected because he did all the research before coming here. “So confusing! You know a lot of things about these werewolf packs” said Evandor with an admiring tone. “Of course, I do. I should know how much power I will require to crush the each one of them” said Theodore while crushing a wine glass made of gold in his hand and blood started flow through his palm.

“My mind is made up. The trial of Andrius Moonshade’s treason ends here. Do not speak further and displease me.” The Second War God and the others were stunned, but they did not dare to openly defy Registus. They exchanged glances and had no choice but to relent. Seeing this, Noir and the others felt relieved. The masked man signaled to the person in the black robes, who stepped forward to assist Andrius in leaving. However, Andrius struggled and walked toward the wooden box containing the heads of the Lycantroops officers. He closed the lid and bowed his head in respect.

His power had to be at the heavyweight with peak level, or maybe even that of a Martial Overlord! A Martial Overlord Power, not even 30 years old? When did such a prodigy emerge among the youth of Regulus Windsur? "Maple leaf..." While Yevgen was taking in Alexander, Alexander's eyes were fixed on him too, specifically on a barely noticeable black maple leaf tattoo on Yevgen's neck. The lapel partially concealed it, but the glimpse of the black maple leaf's edge was enough to confirm that the burly man with the wild look was undoubtedly a member of the Black Maple Organization.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Ignoring his words and touching the ones he cared about in his territory, tsk, tsk, it was nothing less than suicidal. She should be glad that her head was intact and sitting on her shoulders safely. With each step that he took, Moira started to quake more and more but Regal ignored her shudders. If one was to take a good look, they will be able to see that the signs were all over the place and it was not too hard to see that Logan had gotten fond of Levy why else would he target that girl if she was not close to Logan’s heart? He was not inclined on wasting his time.

Their conversations halted, laughter died, and glasses that had once clinked in celebration were now held in frozen grips. Every eye was on us. Or rather—on him. |||Oh fuck! It's him.|| |||Right! Theron Blackmoor. The Prominent Blackmoor family’s only male heir.||| |||Wait! Do you mean the heir to the mighty Phantom Core International? The same one who seldom came out to the public except for rare cases?||| |||Right! He is the one. One time I got to see his picture via Elira’s Livestream of her family pictures. I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today.|||

Luna was waiting in the common room, her laptop open on the table. "Well?" I asked. She turned the screen around. On it was a profile photo of a massive wolf, easily twice the size of a normal alpha. Scars covered his body. His eyes were cold and empty. "That's Thorne Blackwater," Luna said. "Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. Former Council enforcer. Undefeated in fifty-seven challenges. He's killed thirty-two wolves in sanctioned combat." My blood went cold. "He's their champion." "Yeah." Luna pulled up another photo. This one showed Thorne in human form. Seven feet tall, built like a tank, covered in tattoos and scars. "And it gets worse. Remember how Gio was trying to trade Jolie to Bloodmoon

"Why not ask him? You can run away from him if you want to. I know about the deal you made with him, but it was just to keep you in line. If I were you, I'd save myself and run." I scoffed in disbelief, “Oh…. I’m such a fool to believe him.” My heart was pounding so badly from hearing all of this that I placed my palm on my chest. I stood up straight and walked upstairs as tears slowly ran down my face. Knowing this news hurts more than words can express. Upon opening the door to my room, I noticed a black figurine in the backdrop, which gave the impression that he was an invader. He put his hand over my mouth and said, "It's okay, I'm police officer Marco Cross."

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.