Hermione Is The Black Heir Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

My voice rose up a notch. “You think I would let those girls into my father’s house?” Hector gave me a weird look and I must admit, I did sound a bit stupid. “Where is all of this coming from? I thought we were passed it.” “We were but now I want to know who those girls are.” I told him. Hector chuckled then shook his head. “Hermione. I was with them before you and I were even an item. They are not in my life anymore. I cut ties with them.”

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 managed to ask. “I saw the messages about a year ago,” she interrupted, “And just in case you were hoping I’d let it slide… I destroyed it. Every last sample. No heir. No chance. And the company? Well…” Her voice dropped to a low, “It will slip from your grasp, too.” I staggered back, trying to process her words. My carefully constructed plan, the only hope that I might have an heir, now shattered. “You… what? How…?”

“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.

​I looked up at the Elders, my eyes glowing with a gold that was no longer just power—it was purpose. ​"I claim her," I thundered. "I claim Maya as my heir. And I claim Elara Vance as the High Queen of the Blackwood Pack. If you want to take them, you’ll have to walk over the mountain of corpses I leave in your hallway." ​Malakai let out a low, sharp whistle. "Bold move, Blackwood. Hope you brought a spare suit."