Harry Potter Heir Of Emrys Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Emry’s POV The moon hung low and swollen above the horizon, its light spilling over the compound in long ribbons of silver. Emry had been sitting on the outer terrace for what felt like hours, the words of the prophecy still circling her thoughts like a storm that refused to break. Veylan. The name clung to her bones. A love that broke the world. A god who couldn’t let go. She ran her thumb absently over the edge of the pendant around her neck — her mother’s last gift before she vanished — and tried not to think of the reflection she’d seen in the basin. The eyes behind her own. Watching.

Talis found herself, for the first time since inheriting her considerable role, genuinely uncertain whether she retained her confederation's full trust. Then, three months later, word arrived that would prove considerably more troubling than any council disagreement. A young initiate at the Academy, barely twelve years old, a quiet boy named Emrys who had only recently begun his own integration studies, had begun exhibiting entirely new symptoms unlike anything Ivy's original techniques, developed and refined across generations of careful, dedicated scholarship, had ever anticipated. His skin had grown faintly luminous in low light, a soft, silvery glow visible along his forearms and throat.

The knock came just after midnight and it sounded urgent, Darius entered without waiting. His expression alone told me something had gone wrong. “We found this.” He handed me a sealed envelope with no crest, wax or name, only my title written across the front. I opened it and inside was one sentence. ‘We know where the Ember Heir sleeps.’ The room suddenly felt colder. Darius stepped closer. “What is the Ember Heir?” I folded the letter once, twice then walked to the fireplace and dropped it into the flames. The parchment curled almost immediately.

As he had obviously hoped images of Sera flooded my mind, birthing her, watching her take her first steps, letting her grow into the woman she had. “And Emma” My voice was cold and void of emotion but my thoughts were of her too, from the moment I found her in the forest by my home all those years ago to her next to Sera. Both my girls had developed into beautiful young women with so much potential and so much love. “Ah, yes I did agree to both of their safety… but you see…” He ran at me so quickly it was if I blinked and he was in front of me. “Emma is my heir.”

Emrys didn't budge from his place and kept staring into his eyes. “I'm her boyfriend.” I was taken aback by Emrys' words. What is he talking about? “I know you are her so-called fated Mate who didn't accept her when she was just a mere girl. But now when she turns out to be the daughter of Alpha Ezra you divorced your wife to get her back. In your dreams, Man. You can't get her in this lifetime. And I won't let you get close to her in other lives too. A jerk like you, isn't worthy of her love.”

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

I struggled, but my body was weak, and the ropes held me fast. “Shh. You won’t be for long.” Emory caressed my cheek, his touch so repulsive it made me want to vomit. “I’m going to strip Aurora’s soul away, leaving only the part that belongs to you. I’ve even found the best sorcerer for transfiguration. When this is over, he’ll change your face back to the way it was.” “Then, we can go back. Back to when you still loved me…” He was a complete and utter madman.

But the heir’s stare was steady, unyielding. “My mother was of the Shadowblood line,” he said at last. “I inherited… this.” He gestured vaguely to the darkness curling at his boots. “I didn’t know what it meant until the Creed found me.” “And now?” she asked. “Now I know they’ll never stop coming.” A knock at the door broke the moment. One of the scouts stepped in, snow melting from his cloak. “My lady. You need to hear this.” The heir straightened. “Speak.”

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

She mouthed. I stopped as though triggered by her question. “I am, Blair. I love her,” “You don't,” she screamed. “You can't possibly love a woman from a rival pack. She's not even her father's heir anymore, he's dead. What much can you gain from her?” “Love ain't about gain, and I don't care where she is from. I'll do everything to keep her as mine,” “What?” Blair mumbled, gnashing her teeth once more. “No, you love me. We only took a break and I'm back with an heir for you. You'll take me back,” she desperately claimed.