Who Is Regulus Black Novels & Stories

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

Regina Blackwaters, Allister’s grandmother, clears her throat and calls Luna Celine in the softest voice ever. “I’m sorry that you feel this hurt. It’s also sad that you’ve harbored such filth in your heart. But Allister is still fighting for his life inside there. Saying things like ‘if anything happens’ could mean that you're praying ill to befall your son.” “You evil witch, don’t you dare talk to me!” Luna Celine yells at the older woman. “But Allister is my grandson!” Regina Blackwaters persists. “And I love him so much.”

Then, slowly, he turned his head. Master Callen continued, his voice carrying through the silence. “Students,” he said, “you stand before His Majesty, Alpha Lucian Black — Sovereign of all packs, King of Wolves, and bearer of the Moon Goddess’s first bloodline.” The name hit the room like thunder. I felt it echo inside me, deep and strange. Lucian Black. That was his name. My fingers trembled. My chest burned with something I didn’t understand. That man from the funeral… he’s the Alpha King.

“And since Conrad stood against us, we should at least do him a favor. He should be able to reunite with his family in the afterlife.” “I understand, Your Majesty.” The Second War God knew exactly what Registus meant. Since he had killed Conrad, to begin with, he should end it by taking out Conrad’s entire family to erase any potential resistance. Registus said, “Remember, do it quietly. Don’t let the news slip.” … When Noir returned to Yatburg, he summoned all the Eight Commanders for a meeting. “Captain Black Hawk…” “Where’s the Wolf King?” “Captain Black Hawk, didn’t the Wolf King come back with you?”

"Yes, I do." With that, Blake set his glass down with a sharp thud. "In case you haven't heard, Reginald is well-known in our circle for being a troublemaking rogue. He's also a notorious playboy who trades girlfriends as easily as he changes clothes. There's nothing respectable about his name." Charlie scoffed. "A troublemaking rogue and a notorious playboy, huh? Anyone listening might assume you were talking about yourself." Outside, Sasha could barely hold back her laughter.

“You shouldn’t be held accountable?” A deep voice suddenly sounded. Everyone turned and saw Reginald, now changed into a pure black bodyguard uniform. He was tall and imposing, a gun holster at his waist. When he lifted his eyes slightly, a bloodthirsty aura spread, cold and overwhelming. Even dressed as a bodyguard, he carried no submissiveness—born to be a king. Seeing this “ancestor,” Benjamin said nothing and quietly stepped aside. “Brother-in-law.” Abel immediately snapped to attention, standing rigidly with his hands pressed to his trousers, eyes blinking rapidly, full of guilt.