Hermione Is The Black Heir Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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."

“Fair enough, Then I will choose who will stay and cast the final spell.” That was how Hera, a young guardian was chosen to stay. Hel made the prophecy and she made sure that it was executed perfectly. She tweaked faith and made the vampire bite Quentin Black’s wife when she was five months pregnant. Hera stayed with Constantine Clayton Black but she was never discovered hidden in his head. It was only then that when Maxine was conceived that she found her place and that she knew that she found the wolf that she was meant to guide and strengthen. Hel could no longer move her chess pieces when Fenrir heard from Hera.

She comforted me by telling me stories of my Aunt Violet and some of Lucien from when he was small. Lucien stubborn as ever refused to leave my site and Helga had to stomp her foot at him before he would even go sit outside. I had been scared about the pain but my crystals that Helga demanded I keep with me seemed to absorb the pain taking the brunt of it for me. Still, my mind ran wild with what if’s. Helga assured me she had seen it all saying that she had learned from the best. The best being Aunt Violet. Hunter Reid Blackwood was born as foretold during the full moon. As his cry echoed out through the raised windows the entire pack bowed down wherever they may be to show their respect. A

It kills faster than imagined. Our eyes remain locked. A final weak gasps escape my lips. Dizziness kicks. My head wave's. It finally drops. His deadly foot claws are my last experience. Every where and everything turns black. **** Hermione's POV. My body twitch. I whimper. Bad memories roam my thoughts. I wriggle on whatsoever surface I lay. My foots knock tough surface. That performs the trick. My eyes instantly swing ajar. I loudly gasp. My eyes glow beta blue then slowly revert to normal

The bond between queen and throne, the one forged when she accepted her crown, was pulsing, reacting to the power gathering ahead. Something was coming. Something familiar. By midday, the first wave reached the ridge. Through the haze, the Black Heir appeared. She rode at the head of the army astride a dark mare, her armor glinting with onyx plates. A veil of black silk framed her face, but when the wind shifted, Evelyn caught a glimpse of her eyes, sharp, amber, and eerily familiar. The soldiers around Evelyn murmured. “Is that?” “She looks like” “Gods, it can’t be…”

he groaned, scrambling out from under the bed. “This is James William Black, Prince of Eretria,” she finished, gesturing toward her brother before tilting her head. “You must be Mama’s lover?” Severus’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?” “Hildegard, we shouldn’t talk to strangers,” Eliza whispered urgently. “He’s not a stranger,” Hildegard rolled her eyes, taking a few steps closer. “We’ve heard a lot about you.” She smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re the Beta of the lycan army, aren’t you?”

"The Heir is a reset, Blaze. It wants silence. You have to find the one thing that is louder than the void. You have to find the sound of the heart that hasn't been emptied." "I don't understand," Blaze said, reaching for her one last time. "Tell Ash..." Rhea’s voice began to fade, her form becoming more and more transparent. "Tell him that the grey in his eyes is a lie. Tell him that the love didn't go into me... it went into the Heir. The Heir is holding his love hostage. That’s why it’s so powerful. If he can take it back... if he can force himself to feel again... the Heir will shatter."

“ Maybe he needs to settle something baby… “ I answered with a smile. I may look happy but deep in my heart, I can’t lie to myself. So, he left us here all alone? I carried Black with me and lay in bed with him. At this very moment, I have the chance to escape. But why does my heart don’t want to? Is this because of my feelings? Or because of my own curiosity? I traced my fingers on Black’s face. His eyes were curved just like his father. His lips was thin similar to how his dad really looks like. All the features on his face were a carbon copy of him. Without a doubt, he’s purely his with just a simple glimpse. But his sudden change of gestures earlier made me realized that he’s a secretive