Harry Potter Heir Of Emrys Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

“All of this because of a werewolf? Is he really going to make a baby that’s half-shifter his heir? Is he insane?” The news of Emory’s pregnancy had spread to Scarlett Thunder thanks to the diplomat, Lord Alistair, informing King Peter. Word of a royal hybrid being born is not just a salacious topic for vampires. The wolf shifters will be interested in the information too. I don’t doubt the other kingdoms will learn about Emory’s pregnancy soon enough. “Kane is excited to be a father,” I explain. “To Emory’s baby, of course.” Opal hits me with a pillow. “I fucking hate you, Lex!”

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

All born from love, but twisted by fear. "What do you want from me?" she asked. Alexander studied her for a long moment. "I want you to take care of my grandson. I want you to love him, even when he makes it difficult. I want you to be the person he comes home to, the person he trusts, the person who sees him not the CEO, not the Thorn heir, but him." "And in return?"

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

"Feeling a bit skinny, aren't we?" Isaac tried to pull away but found that Cyril's taunt was not all fabricated. As the haze shifted in front of his eyes he found that he could barely support himself. Cyril held him upright. "Now, originally I thought the way forward was through you. We were so very close, after all. I assumed you would help me, would take care of me. Wasn't that your promise?" "I haven't gone back on my promise," whispered Isaac. "Oh, but you have. Toying with that little mortal? In public of all places. You practically gave away your inheritance. I am just rising to the occasion. A married heir is as legal as a blood one, correct?"

I wrap my arms around her, tucking her against me and comforting her as best I can. “I’m so sorry.” I whisper. “Xander and Cayd are going to confront him when he gets back.” “No! No, I don’t want them to say anything. I’m going to ask Rich to reject me.” She wants my brother to reject her. Technically, she’s carrying the Alpha heir. Regardless of Rich’s decision to take Gwen as his mate, Emlyn is carrying a boy, Rich’s first born son and a child of his Guardian. She can’t ignore that.

Emilio said, "I respect your choice." That answer reassured me, and my panic melted away. While waiting for the test results, I inadvertently spotted a familiar figure in the corridor. It was Harry, who didn't look as radiant as before. His brows were tightly knitted, his face heavy with worry. Clinging to his arm was another rich heiress. This was supposedly his latest attempt to produce an heir and claw back power from Emilio. Seeing me, he called out, "Julia?"

Emrys Parker is a freaking Murderer. Determined, I jerked my body to fly away from his entrapment.. But he had his own way as he caged me in his strong iron arms gluing those on either side of me not letting me go away.. He kept his mascular physique in an uncomforatble proximity which was nearly five inches away from my shivering form. But his face was at an inch distance that had my body shivered like a timid rabbit... I gulped with fear as my hot tears started rolling down my cheeks. His eyes shot the pure hatred at me....

She ran across the halls with glee and stupid abandon as Sal chased her and sweared at her. He always hated it when she took his sword but she couldn't help it. Sal had more love for the sword more than he loved himself. He had deemed it his lucky sword ever since he sparred with Tommen and won gloriously. Ever since then he had earned more victories only when he used the sword. She thought it was ridiculous that he thought the sword to be his lucky charm.