Harry Potter Magical Inheritance Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I. I knew, but I never thought much about it." Henry's eyes were ablaze with intensity. "Well, now's the time to learn. Your heritage could be the key to unlocking your true potential. Henry's words just hung there, beating in my chest with excitement and trepidation. I had always known I was different, that something inside of me was. different. But never in a million years would I have thought that it was because of some kind of heritage. Henry leaned forward, his eyes ablaze with an inner fire. "Your ancestors were powerful witches, Emma. They used dark magic with precision and skill. And I think you have the potential to do the same."

] “That’s not easy, father! The Walters are not a bunch of fools. I can’t just make a move without a plan—” [Silence! You’ve been planning for too long and it’s sickening!] I clenched my jaws in anger. “Just stop ruining my plans! I will take Tyler Walter and his family down. Don’t rush me!” [You know I can disown you anytime once you fail, Harry. I have another heir who’s more capable and obedient. I won’t give a damn if you’re my son. I can sacrifice you for a big gain.]

“Sadly not. The curse is complex. The only way to break it is for you to either mark your mate or fall in love with her.” “How do you know that?” My mother asks. “You said before you could only feel their magic, and now suddenly you seem to understand all the intricacies of this curse?” I can’t help but grin. Especially at the shocked look on Cassandra’s face. They always underestimate my mother because she’s human. But she’s just as smart, just as shrewd as the rest of us, and more than once, she’s the reason the Council have been made to look fools. “I’ve been doing some research.” Cassandra says quickly, as if covering her mistake. “I read of a case similar to this.”

“But I’m all she’s got.” The vision ended. The book in my hands glowed, waiting. And I sat there—confused, overwhelmed, and more emotionally unstable than a werewolf during PMS. "...She left me homework?" “Technically, a legacy,” Mr. Yellow called from above. “But yeah. Homework.” The ant council peered down from a ceiling crack. “We voted. You’re officially the witch’s heir. Condolences.” I groaned and buried my face in my hands. “I don’t even like magic. I failed basic enchantment theory! I still can’t shift! I eat canned beans and I talk to celery!”

“You… You’re telling me Marcus Draco is your father?” I nodded. “That magic I used in there? It’s part of the curse he passed down. It’s dangerous. It destroys you from the inside. I used it once before years ago and it nearly killed me. I thought I’d buried it for good. But it’s in Sara now. She inherited it.” “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” he asked, voice raw. “Why keep it a secret? I could’ve...”

Harry continued to do all sorts of things during the meal to please Olivia. Grainne didn't find out until today that Harry had a talent for girls. Looks like this genetic is really strong, Harry must have inherited this essence from his father. After eating, Harry and Olivia ran upstairs to the second floor to play. Grainne has designed for Harry a toy room, in which there are many large and small toys, everything has, can be said to be Harry's treasure. Harry led Olivia into the toy room, closed the door, and played happily, not even letting Grainne and Halsey in. The two mothers had to go to the second-floor balcony to drink tea and enjoy the view.

He has two magic. On the mirror magic up, in front, we can see two ladies. One was holding a water ball and the other one has light ball, just like mine. At first, I thought she wasn’t able to control her magic that’s why it scattered to the whole arena but judging the look o her face. She was bragging. She was totally showing off. Light is a rare magic, during my father teenage years, he was the only one wo had it. That’s how rare it was. And it looks like in my generation, there’s two of us. On rare cases, when a mage is strong, Magic can be inherited from your parents but most of the time the magic itself can choose you. It looks like the latter’s her case. To me, I was strong enough to i

This is more like Sabrina. "I am not here to sit, Sabrina. Just get to it," I said impatiently, "I was supposed to have a strawberry-coloured wolf because I thought I was the firstborn and only firstborns of the Harpers family inherit that strong magic. But I got a useless one. The one without magic. Turns out my father had a child before finding his mate, my mother," I paused, taking a deep breath as my voice was almost seized in anger. "She is back. And she is the one with the magic, not me. I need your help, Sabrina. I want what's mine. I want to be in my shoes,"

Some girls inherit power. I inherited a warning label. Wolfless. Servant. Spare. I'm the adopted daughter Alpha Sebastian Corwin never wanted, grew up learning exactly what I was worth: nothing. While my "sister" trained to inherit an empire. Sent to Valez High Academy to carry his real daughter's luggage, swallow her insults and not disappear the moment she needs someone convenient to blame. Eighteen years old, and I still can't shift. Still can't summon a single spark of magic. Still nothing but the help wearing a Corwin last name like a costume that never fit. Valez High Academy was supposed to change that. Three years among the elite of the shadow world—vampires, witches, si

If they had a child, those inheritances would all go to Harry's name. Perhaps this was why he was eager to have a child with her after they got married. No one was more upset and despaired than Harry when they had lost the child that day. She thought he really cared about that child. But it turned out that he was upset because he had lost the inheritance which he'd almost obtained. She had to admit Harry was very good at acting. He was so good that she believed that he was truly deeply in love with her over the years. Now, it was time to wake up from the dream he had personally created for her.