Heir Of Slytherin Novels & Stories

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

The entire pack was decorated, and the temple looked like a fairy tale. A massive portrait of Kaelen and Liana holding the pup hung over the entrance. Everyone was whispering, wondering if the jilted Luna would show up and cause a scene. Inside the temple, Kaelen stood at the altar in his formal attire. As the ceremony progressed, his eyes kept darting towards the entrance. He was waiting for me. Waiting for me to lose control with jealousy, or to beg him pathetically out of love. "The auspicious moment is here! Let the Alpha and the mother bestow the name and the pack's seal upon the heir!" the priest announced.

“But why are they searching for me… I did nothing to them.” Ophelia paused, then said quietly, “You are the heir. You’re the Alpha of Nightshade.” The word hit harder than anything else. Is he an heir? He felt it… something curled in his chest. Something unfamiliar. His fingers twitched as he shook his head slightly.

“Like Papa’s sword and Dada’s silver magic? Will I have both when I’m big?” Lucien knelt to his level, ruffling the boy’s curls with a large, gentle hand. “You will have more than both. You will have the bond that taught us love is stronger than any law or shadow. The realm already calls you the Silver Heir with hope. Your fathers fought hard so you could grow up in peace.”

My stomach clenched, “How bad was the dip?” “Fifteen percent two hours ago. It’s dipping fast; the investors are worried, Ari.” He answered solemnly. I shook my head, “Why is it dipping so fast? He is still alive.” “Yes, but he is incapacitated. The board needs stability.” Victor met my eyes, “You have to step in as the heir.” I laughed weakly, “I’m barely holding myself together.” Victor sighed, “Aria, you are a Valen, Sebastian’s

Even for us, it isn't easy to understand how all this happened. —You know that I come from the White Magic Coven, one of the most powerful among witches, the Zanaerys. When the first heir to the throne was born, he had unmatched strength and powers. The witches' council performed a unique spell in which his soul would be reborn within a descendant of my family for decades. Hence, it was, and we always had, a worthy, just, and powerful King.

James laughed along as well. Did they just make fun of me? Oh! Sounds like these kids do not believe me! An exciting idea flashed in my head. Starring at them like this, I couldn’t help myself but sigh and wonder if my plan would work well. I am the Queen of Slytherland. Reigning Monarch from the Bree Dynasty, no other than Queen Alexandra III – I was named Donny Alexandra Zachy upon birth. Right after my father, the late King Arthur Mcflurry Linkoln Zachy died, I was enthroned by my legal right as the oldest child, heir to The Crown. I am the Twenty-Eighth ruler of this Kingdom celebrated Diamond Jubilee just this week.

Then he turned and walked out, leaving the hallway noisier than before. “Mother, he still wants her. What’s wrong with me? I gave him everything… everything that she refused. How can Nina be the one for him?” Dana cried in a whisper, staring at Mrs. Simone with mad wet eyes. Looking back at her husband, Mrs. Simone frowned at him before staring straight into her daughter's eyes and said, “Who is Nina to have what my daughter has set her sights on? If you want him, then Charles, you shall have, and whoever dares oppose your choice shall suffer the consequences.” She snarled.

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

To the line we began when I first looked down and thought, “Perhaps, if I put some of Myself in fur, the world will hurt less.” Luna’s throat tightened. “I am not the first,” she said. *No,* the Goddess agreed. *Others have carried pieces. Seris. Ashar. The wolf you are descended from who refused to light the pyre too soon. They all bore shards. You… carry a fuller pattern. You are both Me and not. That is what an Heir must be.* Luna let her hand fall from the Stone. “This is not a ceremony,” she said. “Not with elders and crowns and incense.”