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I hissed out in anger. "You think you could convince your husband otherwise?" She asked with a look. "Well, do you think you could convince your butcher otherwise?" I asked back and she nodded 'no', just what I thought. "But I'm sure your sister might end up being around you in Ravenclaw, you're from a high house, yes?" She asked. "Yes but our parents are dead and without a brother, we really didn't rise in the ranks since our parent's death" I explained and she just nodded.

Harry was led to a small straw hut by the two bare-footed guards. "Madam Calithra Sawry lives here. Go on in!" Harry could feel all the hairs on his body standing on end when he saw the run-down hut and the creepy surroundings. He would never have willingly come here on his own accord if it weren't for him wanting to avenge his parents' death. He took a deep breath and finally mustered enough courage to push open the front door. The interior was dark, gloomy, and a little chilly. At once, a pair of cold, steely eyes turned to look at him.

“I told you, you have potential. I would be failing all of us if I allowed that to waste. Master said it was alright to bring you here so I brought you here. We are going to have to enter the ancestral grounds to conduct the ritual that every werecreature requires to unlock their bloodline.” “And how exactly are we going to do that? The Ancestral grounds are the property of the Hawthorne Ducal family. They are known for hunting werecreatures for their heads and distinctive parts as trophies. They are monsters. They know that the ancestral grounds would attract several werecreatures so they make that place a literal hell for us. How are we going to survive that?” “A dragon. Master informed me

The ancestral estate of Arthur Vance looked less like a home and more like a fortress carved from granite and history. Situated on a secluded hillside far from the modern glass towers of the city, it was surrounded by ancient oaks that cast long, twisted shadows across the gravel driveway. This was where the Vance dynasty had begun, and it was where the true power still resided.

"But-" "Zayn," cut him off and looked to the beast man-wolf as I pulled on a smile. Nagini slithers around my neck, carefully not to choke me. "I appreciate your concern, but it's been too long since I visited my parents. Plus, Mom would want to see me." This body's mom died during childbirth, and to add to the insult of being the daughter of a lowly maid but also entitled to being a cursed child. Everyone at the estate didn't want to look or talk to me. They think being close to me will give them a bad omen and the girl who killed her mother.

"Some ritual, some spell, something. There has to be." Another long silence. Then my father's voice, careful and measured. "Come home. We need to talk face to face." The drive to my family's estate felt like the longest hour of my life. Every mile took me further from the pack house, further from Ronan, further from the life I was supposed to have. But it also took me closer to answers. The Hartwell mansion sat on a hill overlooking the valley, its white columns shining in the afternoon sun. This house had been in my family for generations. Powerful Betas who had served the Alpha line faithfully, who had earned their place through blood and loyalty.

One day, his father and his aunt called them to clarify the problem, why , he had to call him uncle most of the time, in which he had to keep up appearances, maybe so thanks to his contacts, they wanted him to know that for the time being, his father could not assume that it was his father, it passed only through his uncle. Hikaru was used to spiders, because the closet was full of bottles of venomous things and spiders, as well as geckos and other critters that were raised loose in the mansion, even so, he was terrible at potions, sometimes in each cauldron, he tried to make a simple potion, but out of it came a monster full of thorns, no matter the private lessons. There the man, the beau

-POV Derby Iron gates ground open with a low, mechanical hum, welcoming Jordan into the sprawling estate that had defined his entire life. The Vasquez ancestral home sat perched on the hillside like an ancient limestone fortress—magnificent, blindingly expensive, and completely devoid of warmth. Walking through the towering double doors, the familiar scent of old wood polish and cold marble immediately hit him, a reminder that in this house, individual desires didn't exist. There was only the legacy.

“You both may want to sit down. This tale will take some time and so does the potion. Raven grab some stew and Bradford, kindly sit over there. I need the table. “Raven grabbed a bowl and ran over to the stew. Scooping up a big portion she smelled it and salivated. Dumping her ladle over her bowl she was careful not to splash it. Returning to the table, her mama pulled out the chair and her child took it. Alexandre gazed at her daughter by her side at last. “I was once the wife of a great powerful man. He had heard of my abilities and power from far and wide. There was a knock on my families door. We had a great cabin built in a flourishing Casters village. My father was Head of Potions and

The fire before us swirled, and silver symbols began to form in the air, shining brightly, symbols of an ancient clan that I had only seen in the palace’s forbidden books. Then the earth beneath us trembled softly, as if responding to the same blood. Lily stirred in my mind. "I know this place," she said softly. I closed my eyes, and in an instant, the scent of the old forest, blood, and the full moon merged into one. It was as if a lost piece of my soul had finally found its way back. “From tonight onward,” Harry’s voice echoed softly. “You are no longer just my child, but you are Viola Brielle Harry, the rightful heir of the Carpathian ancestors.”