Hermione Is The Black Heir Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I said. We walked out of the hospital. A fancy black car was waiting outside. The driver opened the door for me. I'd never had anyone open a car door for me except when Adrian forced me to go to events with him. We stopped by at Adrian’s place, looking around the room, broken from losing my baby, I decide to choose myself for the first time. I signed the divorce papers Damian had prepared, Damian had offered her a choice: return to her family and reclaim her identity or stay as Evelyn Blackwood, the forgotten wife. Taking nothing from him, I walk out of the house. “Where are we going?” I asked back in the car.

“A title, not a name. But the blood of Blackridge carries it forward. This… is their first declaration.” I swallowed hard, my mind racing. Blackridge… the pack my own lineage had fought alongside, and yet had always been shrouded in secrecy. Rowan’s schemes, his brother I had never known about, and now this Heir—these threads intertwined in ways I was only beginning to untangle. Every beat of my pulse seemed in sync with the sigil, as though it had recognized me as much as I had recognized it. Dorian and Bryan moved closer, their presence grounding me even as the pull in my chest tugged insistently. They had followed silently, their eyes sharp, reading the forest like a map, reading me like

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

“Enough. The Moonstone has spoken. Rowena will stay in the lower quarters until we decide her place in this temple. Ronan and Selene will speak with the Moon Priestesses. This child, if born of the Blackwood’s heir, may have consequences that echo beyond what any of you see now.” Rowena didn’t protest. As the priestesses led her away, Ronan turned to me again. “We’ll get through this,” he said softly. “You and me.” I looked at him; the man who once said that the girl from that night was the only one his heart always beats for, and that girl turned out to be me, no one else. But still, he was with Rowena before he met me. I wasn’t the first girl in his life. It hurts. It hurts so much. But th

She said, slowly standing upright. “Luna?” The second woman whispered, her voice trembling. “Is that you? But…but you’re dead. You’re supposed to be dead.” She took a step back, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and surprise. “It truly is you, isn’t it?” The first woman came closer trying to inspect her face, Athena avoided her gaze. “Your eyes, your hair…you were our Luna, Alpha James' heir. What kind of dark magic is this?” She insisted.

Hermione is fat, she’s got red hair and she does not have what it takes. My eyes moved around the car. Hector rolled his eyes and switched off the video. Tiffany did the same after saying “Oh brother” under her breath. I was the only one watching the video now. “Get me into the sight. We need to tarnish her name. She does not get to be Daniella. I want Daniella. I must have it.” The video showed her typing something on the screen. “She will know never to mess with me.” Hector took my phone away from me and switched off the video.

I start for him but stop in my tracks when his lips part and he releases a sharp breath. His eyes flutter open and the green in them is gone. In its place, obsidian sits, peering at everything and nothing in particular. He cranes his neck in my direction with a grace that is nothing like Rune's. Those black cold eyes land on me and his lips tilt upwards in a deadly smile. "Why, hello princess," the Hekate says. '

I met her eyes. “I wanted children today more than I ever have in my life. And knowing you took that choice from me? Knowing you tampered with my medical records, manipulated my life, and destroyed something you had no right to touch…” “I will never forgive you for that.” “Sebastian.” “I am waiting for the hospital to call me when the CCTV footage is out. I want to see who you used in carrying out your plans. I will not spare the two of you.” Her eyes widened in fear.

“Lina—Aethren was trying to map its flaws. Long before Magnus tried to open it.” Cassian looked up sharply. “So he wasn’t loyal to Magnus?” “No,” Malachai said. “He wasn’t loyal to anyone.” Lyra moved to the bed, where a small wooden box sat untouched by dust. She lifted the lid carefully. Inside: a black iron ring, a scrap of torn cloak, and a strip of parchment with a single line written in precise, sharp script: “The heir bleeds where the world can listen.” Her breath caught. Ronan.

Binding me to him when it was the last thing I wanted. The last thing I had ever wanted. Before I could react, he bent down and picked me up by the back of my torn dress. I bit down on my lip so hard it hurt. Rage burned through me. "What have you just done?" I shouted. "How dare you!" His expression remained completely calm. As though what he had done was perfectly natural. As though he had every right. "Tanya the half-blood." His voice was low. Dangerously certain. "From today onwards, you become my slave and my mate."