Heirs Of Magic Novels & Stories

After defeating the necromancer and his minions — and losing Dominic in the process — Leesa had seen no reason to return to Weston College for the fall semester. The only book she was interested in now was the book of magic Dominic had given her. It contained all the lessons she needed, and she spent at least several hours with it every day, learning and practicing spells and magic. She was the last of the waziri now, and she was determined to become the very best wizard she could.

, observing him for a moment until they finally laughed. She held the Priest’s shirt in a tight grip as she leveled the sword against his throat. “Do you think we do not know about your insane obsession with those jumbles of words? Prophecy?” she spat on the cave floor. “That was why we sent you away and now you have killed some of your followers to make your black magic and come up with “the Heir” that you are so obsessed with.” “It was a willing sacrifice!” The Priest gritted. “And no, I did not create him, he saved us from the army of the White King! He came from the Sky with fire and rage! As it was written, so did it happen! He is the heir!”

Especially those who are greedy with the position, since Dean is just the nephew of Vincent King, the Vice President of King Corporation, they questioned Dean’s illegitimacy of being the CEO, and all of the opposing side is led by Director Reed. Director Reed fumed in anger after hearing how his daughter got rejected and humiliated in front of everyone. And Hannah, being a spoiled brat, didn’t really tell her father every detail. She didn’t mention that Dean’s rumored boyfriend was none other than Sean Willimas—the eldest and one of the heirs of Empire Group of Companies.

I continued. Marti’s lips were pursed, she hesitated a small moment, her eyes searching to make so no one stood too close to us. “The Obsidian Circle.” She mumbled. “Blackthorn has this creepy secret society thing. Rich heirs, secret meetings, weird traditions. I guess they may just be rumors–the things I hear about them. But basically those you see with those rings and symbols are part of it.” She narrated. I think about it for a moment. Secret society? Maybe it was just some super exclusive elite club.

When Henry saw me, he sized me up from head to toe before saying directly, "Ms. Summers, come, take a seat. The Fenton family would like to make a deal with you." Henry placed his teacup down and continued, "In this generation, there is only one heir to the Fenton family, Stephen. His mother was injured during childbirth and couldn't have more children. My wife and I have worried about it for years." I understood immediately. I lifted my gaze to meet his. He nodded. "Name your terms. Our family can afford them." Stephen sat next to him, not saying anything but not objecting to them either. I lowered my head and thought about it for a while.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

"Five men and everything we had just lost. We stood there in the ash and the smoke and I felt something in me decide it was done being human. Done being reasonable. Done with every law we'd been taught about what magic you didn't touch and why." Celeste realized she was gripping the arms of her chair. "I used the forbidden magic," he said. "The men beside me knew what I was asking — knew it would take all of them to give me what I needed — and they stepped forward anyway. Which is the only thing about that night I have never had to make peace with." He looked at her finally. "I did not want to survive. I wanted to be capable of what came next." "What came next?" Celeste asked quietly. He sai

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

The color drained from his face at the mention of my aunt. “The east wing is isolated,” Kaelen continued. “Reinforced oak doors. Single-latch windows. No servant access after eight. I will hold the key. If you step near her quarters without my permission, I will call the Zurich exchange myself and inform them that the primary heir is lucid, locked away, and ready to sign over her shares to a rival firm.” The room suddenly became completely silent. Julian’s chest breaths heavily. Hatred burned in his eyes as he realized he had brought a shark into his poisonous pond and the shark had just claimed the prize.

“He used to talk about you like you were magic. Said he was waiting to find you. That he'd seen your face in dreams. He worked with Selena. They planned to get you out together. He said… You were everything.” My throat closed.= I flipped the book open. Page after page, filled with my face—sketches, charcoal outlines, water-stained smears. My hair, my mouth, my eyes. One word kept repeating under every drawing in a childlike scrawl: The Heir. Heir of what? I turned more pages, the English shaky and broken. Ancient symbols and names I didn’t recognize. A bloodline. A clan. Kitusiko. Another page. A rough sketch of a birthmark.