Yugioh Reginald Kastle Novels & Stories

Reginald's chest puffed out slightly as he declared, "Me." "You?!" Rosie's voice rose. "Yes. Me. I'm qualified to be in that position, and I have the right to it more than anyone here." Reginald declared, his confidence unwavering. Rosie nodded. "Yes, you do," she agreed. She sighed and slowly lifted her arm, raising a finger. "Unfortunately for you, you lack a fatal thing. Just one major thing." "What's that?" "Bond," Rosie's response was simple, so she elaborated, "you aren't a member of the Wright family."

“I didn’t come here to patronize you. I came here because what is mine is here?” I raised an eyebrow in confusion, my mind racing to make sense of the situation. My gaze darted to the fire extinguisher nearby, calculating how quickly I could grab it and swing it on his head if he dared to pull something unexpected against Hannah and me. “Belongs to you?” The smile on his face widened as he nodded, and before I could process what was happening, he stretched his hands towards me for a handshake. “I am Reginald” I stared at his hands hesitatingly, darting my eyes back to his face, and as if I were under a spell, I took his hands. His gaze shifted to my wrist, his eyes piercing into the tattoo s

I never bothered to study the Castellans rituals, now I feel they will be more relevant to me than I thought them to be. Rômulo sighs and relaxes in his chair. —And your majesty assumes that the little knight here will also be able to?- I knew he would be involved in this sooner or later. The king's sweet gaze turns to me and asks: —Zadkiel Alamex of Kreg, Knight of Castela, can you chase, capture, kill and dissect a wild boar? —When such a calm voice speaks such violent words, I am reminded that this is also the man who with his hands killed many of mine and led men who killed even more. In short, scary. I swallow it dry. With difficulty, I force my gaze to meet the kings and reply:

“That depends on what you’ve done.” “Alright, I’ll tell you.” Reginald took a deep breath, still feeling a little guilty. “You were playing chess at the club, right? And you won a seven-colored glass bead? Well, I was there that day too. I’d already won three matches in a row, but I was just one step too late—and you got the bead instead.”

said Khan Tones, setting the bar on fire at Albert's birthday party tonight. Jeremy Mose looked at Jack Catwalk who looked nervous. "Villa key!" said Jeremy. "Unlucky days aren't on the calendar, sir. So it's best if you use your thoughts wisely, so as not to become regrets," Jeremy Mose hissed quietly.

Angering the gods would be a huge mistake. “Why did he bound my powers?” I ask, one more time. “Because when you threw tantrums you would cause little thunderstorms in the room and soak everything.” Reginald says, laughing as if he’s remembering. “Also, you would cut the electricity and he got tired of fixing it all.” My cheeks flame. “Any other talent?” I ask. “Oh, yeah. You can telecommunicate and you are telekinetic. Almost like those little kids in Escape to Witch Mountain.” Katrina answers.

Christopher, Marcato, the King of Wastelands and the Ludendorff family leader: Raiden, the Werewolf King: Kaelen Soros, the Vampire Prince: Mendyl Bathory, Sorya's National Advisor: Waylon Sloan, and more, suddenly changed their plans, abandoning the passage they had just opened. Instead, they all attacked Reginald, the great powerhouse from Holtrien, in unison. In an instant, a catastrophic storm of energy erupted, strong enough to annihilate everything. A massive black mushroom cloud rose into the sky from where Reginald stood. Even the eerie glow from the abyss below was forced to dim under the impact. Raiden erupted in wild, triumphant laughter. "Reginald, you never expected this day wou

Grabbing two dishes on the table, he brought them down to the two people nearest to him. Then, he grabbed the chair and swung it around, forcing the others to back off. "Damn it, no wonder you could break Magnus' leg. You do know a thing or two about fighting!" Reginald was startled at the sight. But then, he calmly sat back in his seat. He took out a cigar and lit it. He took a puff. As he exhaled the thick smoke, he said, "By the time this cigar is half-finished, I want to see that brat lying on the floor with a broken leg!"

Reginald knew I was looking for Conan but the rest of the world didn't have to know. "Yes. I am originally from Egypt. My father is an Alpha there and he sent me to Makatza to gain better studies so that I could help my pack one day. You see, we aren't flourishing as we had hoped. Our domain falls into prince Reginald's hold." She had said enough and she knew it. Smiled sweetly at me when she finished. Her dealings with Reginald had yielded much the same as mine.

I said in shock. “There for a few minutes I was. I know my mate Kenna is dead. I felt her die while I’ve been in here. I’ve stayed in wolf form down here over the past eight or nine years,” he told me in sadness. “That’s a long time to be down here,” Reginald said. “Yes, it is,” Rook confirmed. “Why does he want you?” I asked. “Leverage. He thinks that by bringing me to light at some point, he can eventually control and go after Scarlet Moon. What he doesn’t know is that my father doesn’t care about me,” he said in anger.