Heirs Of Magic Novels & Stories

I never expected it to do more. “Why now?” Dagen demands. I meet his eyes finally. “Because if I didn’t… she would’ve killed me. Because you demanded I fucking fight and something, somewhere inside of me snapped and did what you asked!” Silence falls again. Dagen doesn’t look away, but something in his gaze shifts. Not anger. Not disgust. Something more dangerous. Curiosity. Calculation. “Magic like that,” Rael says, choosing his words carefully, “doesn’t just appear. It’s blood-bound. Lineage. Ancestral.”

She had been excluded and was forced to stay home. She ended up gaining from the tragedy, becoming the only heiress to the Lawson family. Now, under her leadership, Lawson Group was flourishing, even surpassing Falkner Group in some areas. I clutched her hand tightly like I had grabbed a lifeline. "Ms. Lawson, please, save me! Save my parents!" A faint blush appeared on her fair face. "Don't worry, Julian. Leave it to me." For some reason, just hearing her promise brought a sudden sense of calm to my heart.

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

“You’ve returned from a place most consider myth. You wield magic no one understands, and now you claim a crown that hasn’t been worn in centuries. The Tribunal cannot afford not to respond.” “They’re not responding,” Seraphine said coldly. “They’re panicking.” Reyna tapped the scroll. “Then perhaps you should know why.” Seraphine didn’t touch it. Reyna unsealed it herself, revealing not inked accusations — but words burned into the parchment. A prophecy. “The Hollow shall name its heir in blood and vow. She shall be crowned in ruin, and her reign shall break the realm… or remake it.” Seraphine stared. The words shimmered like heat over glass. She could feel their pull — ancient, alive, as i

“If this Inheritance Clause traces to both families, Blackwood through Victor’s funding and Hartman through Margaret’s mergers…then everything we built sits on their unfinished war.” “Which means the Alliance was doomed from its foundation,” I said quietly. Evelyn - Executive Floor By afternoon, the sky over London carried the flat tone of gathering rain again…the colour of consequence. Luca handed me the printed summary Damien compiled, each page heavier than paper should feel. His wound still forced him to favour one side, yet he stood as firm as ever. “I hope you’re sitting down before reading that,” he said. “I learned to read bad news standing,” I replied. “It keeps me from collapsing.”

After all, even though I had always been obedient and gentle, I had zero tolerance when it came to betrayal. “Yvonne, do you really understand?” I nodded, curling my lips into a bitter smile. “Zayn, we both have to think of the family. I understand you need an heir. After all, the Levine mafia empire is vast. Someone has to inherit it. “If you think it would be easier, you can bring Whitney home so that she’s cared for. That way, I’ll feel reassured too.” Joy spread across his face when I said those words. He let out a long sigh of relief.

“You were meant to burn the old world down!” “I did burn it,” Evelyn hissed, pushing forward. “But I built something better from the ashes.” “You call this better?” The Heir’s laughter was wild, echoing through the valley. “Chains wrapped in silk are still chains, sister.” “I’m not your sister,” Evelyn spat. “Oh, you are,” the Heir said softly, pressing her blade to Evelyn’s throat. “We share the same scars.” Evelyn’s magic flared. The air around them shattered like glass. In an instant, the Heir was thrown backward, slamming into the mud.

Witches and wizards generally live long, with all kinds of different method to achieve that same goal, but their power is hard to pass on -- The magic power doesn't just pass to the next generation, not common like eye colors or hair, which is why even though powerful, they could never rule the human, or even reveal themselves among the human world -- Their own child could have been human. The heir of magic is so scarce that even most of them went missing when they are found by the magic world, the scale was not enough to rise any alarm in the human society. Besides, it's not like they cannot see their family ever again, it's just they might have to do it in a latent way. Even though weak in

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.

As Kyle filled Antonette in on everything he knew about the family, Antonette listened patiently, raising an eyebrow here and there at certain interesting pieces of information. Once Kyle was finished, they got into analyzing what he had said. “Since it depends on everyone’s own power and ability, you still have a good chance, Kyle,” Antonette said reassuringly. Kyle scowled, still doubtful of their success. “To some extent, you’re right. But most of the financial resources and power of our family are under the control of Brian's father. It is difficult for me to stand out. Moreover, Brian is the default inheritor.” Antonette grinned evilly.