Fanfic Hermione Novels & Stories

“You opened your mind to me.” “I did not," she said denying sternly. “You did without noticing it.” Princess Neoma furrowed more and thought how on earth she opened her mind to him. She was said to be the Suprema Queen as stated in the prophecy because of her powerful mind, but how can this man, was able to easily invade her mind?” she thought wondering. “Our heart and mind have connections with each other. If you will just concentrate, you will penetrate my mind too,’” he said again as if answering her question, which was in her thoughts a while ago.

she said quietly, her voice dropping to that dangerous whisper she used when discussing truly serious matters. Parisa was my father's favorite concubine and the mother of Harrion. She was like sweet, slow poison—beautiful, charming, and absolutely lethal when it came to palace politics. Parisa was the only concubine my father almost made official when she first arrived. The last concubine, Mekina, was more reserved, content to stay by herself, but she had remained childless, although whispers in the palace said it was her decision. "I am," I replied, rising up to take my leave before she could dig any deeper into territory I wasn't ready to explore, even with myself.

She seemed excited and was giving me an expectant look. As if there was anything more that I can give her! I simply smiled at her politely as I don’t even have the right words to say to her. I want to die. I want to crawl into a hole and hide. Someone, please bury me so I can avoid embarrassing myself even further. This girl is not my sister. She’s a blonde Hermione Granger. ‘Master?’ Custard came to my side and poked my hand. ‘Not now, buddy. I’m devastated. My sister is a fricking genius to master the use of magic before me! She’s on her way to Hogwarts while I have to stay in the basement!’

"A southern half-blood." "Her blood doesn't matter. What matters is who she is. She's brave and fierce and kind. She saved my life more times than I can count. She never gave up on me, even when I'd given up on myself." He stood, moving to my side, taking my hand. "The moon chose her for me. I know it. Feel it. And I will not give her up." The hall was silent. Every eye was on us—on me, the half-blood stranger who'd somehow claimed their prince.

Giving her a hug. "Thank you." She hugged me back. "You're welcome sweetie. You know I'm always here to help. Before I forget, have you met her wolf yet?" "Not yet, I know her name but we plan on doing it tonight." "Mind if I sit in on it, as a precautionary, and I also want to see if her wolf looks like how Charlotte's did." "What did Charlotte's wolf look like?" I ask curiously "She looked almost white, but she was a very very light gray that looked white in the moonlight."

My voice rose up a notch. “You think I would let those girls into my father’s house?” Hector gave me a weird look and I must admit, I did sound a bit stupid. “Where is all of this coming from? I thought we were passed it.” “We were but now I want to know who those girls are.” I told him. Hector chuckled then shook his head. “Hermione. I was with them before you and I were even an item. They are not in my life anymore. I cut ties with them.”

Hermione got up slowly from her seat and headed for the stairs. In she was in Ruke’s room. She needed space to process the ghastly revelation, she was so tired. First, her mother had left and now she was going to lose her mate because of some stupid reincarnation bullshit. At that moment she knew that there was going to be another war, it was coming and she wasn’t going to waste the time she had with her mate brooding. She stood up and made for the door. Her hands were inches from the doorknob when it was opened from the outside and Ruke walked in, his hair wet. “I used Raphael’s bathroom, figured you needed space.

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

Hermione stood up. “Don't ever compare yourself to me.I am not,was never and will never be like you.If you want to think I cheated go on ahead.I owe you no explanation whatsoever.I am no longer yours,”she said angrily.He saw it all.The beauty.She was still as beautiful,now more beautiful.Its like she wasn't aging.There was a spark in her eyes as she spoke.

those were the only words i found myself saying as my brain went blank. Authors Note:hi, thanks for reading 'heremes heir'. Please if you see any description of a character, place or myth as wrong,it is mostly done for plot purpose. Of course am open to further discussion. Thanks.