Heirs Of Magic Novels & Stories

“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!”

“I’m a teacher at the Arcane Lyceum, the magic school. You’re currently in one of our transfer stations.” My brain scrambled to keep up. “Transfer station?” She nodded. “Every time a chosen heir activates their keepsake, they are brought here, to prepare for entry into the Lyceum. You, Zara, were chosen. By blood… and by fate.” I looked down at the watch again. It glowed faintly. “This old thing brought me here?” She smiled. “It’s not just a watch. It’s a sealed heirloom, passed down by bloodlines tied to ancient magic. Some carry spells. Some, memories. Yours? We’ll find out in time.”

So she had given it one. Far away—farther than Selene could now feel—the old bloodlines stirred. Confusion rippled through houses that had ruled quietly for centuries. Rituals long considered infallible misfired. Protections woven into heirs at birth thinned without explanation. Magic that had once answered automatically now hesitated, demanded precision, exacted cost. They would call it instability. They would blame rivals. They would never suspect her. The inheritance was gone. And with it, Selene’s safety.

"I really don't. Up until this morning, I thought I was just a rogue trying to survive until graduation." "Okay, crash course in supernatural genetics." She pulled out their phone, scrolling through what looked like scanned pages of ancient texts. "Blood Heirs are born maybe once every few generations. They have the ability to absorb and temporarily wield other wolves' abilities, strength, speed, specific gifts like tracking or persuasion. In theory, a fully trained Blood Heir could take on the powers of multiple wolves at once." "That sounds..." I searched for the right word. "Terrifying."

Miles muttered before he flipped to another page. "Vampirar is vampire." I put away the heavy drapes. Bright and blinding rays of the sun penetrated my skin, leaving a somewhat stinging sensation. I stepped away from the windows and grabbed clean clothes, opting for a casual dress and light leather boots. The weather seemed fine, and in case his family invited us to while the day away with more outdoor activities, at least I'd be comfortable. "What's 'dhampirica'?" "Half-vampire, half-human offspring," Miles said flatly.

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Finn was the innocent party in this, and knew that there was much more to the story. “You must understand. As a High Lord, your children are not always the heir to your kingdom.” Finn sighed, looking exhausted for someone so young. “The magic of a Court can find its way to anyone, at any time. The magic might stay within the family, or leap to a distant cousin. I have seen certain circumstances where it leaves the family all together. Kalin was not my heir, nor were my other sons. From the whispers I hear across the realms, an heir to the Fire Court has yet to be found.” Finn looked towards the crackling fire, and something about the sight sent unease twisting i

He exclaimed, squeezing me into him, “Who knew Lucius would draw the attention of the Heirs?” The green glow of their eyes had turned to where we could see it now, and this was fucking bad. One of them was a beast of a man, larger than me and living up to every tale that’s been told of him. He sliced easily through Vamp after Vamp as wolves circled him and picked off others. One of which was another Heir.

He gripped her by the arms so that she would turn to look at him. “It means she comes from one of the most powerful black magic enchantresses that ever existed. Brindle may be next in line to rule the side of darkness.” Madison set down on the sofa as it seemed her legs no longer wanted to support her.