Hermione Is The Black Heir Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Determined to unravel the mystery, they embarked on a quest to find the true heir of the Chi lineage. Initially, her parents rejoiced as Mia was their only heir. With time, her beauty began to blossom; her once-golden hair gradually darkened, mirroring the shade of the legendary Black Rose. Her eyes, too, transformed into the muddy brown hue as foretold in the tale. However, their joy was short-lived. When Mia was three, twin siblings arrived, altering the family dynamics. She started resembling the cursed princess described in the ancient legend. Her parents' happiness turned to disdain, as they now had two other heirs, making Mia seem unnecessary.

Dad clearly hasn’t given up. “We must be in the right place.” He goes to start the car but it makes a weird sound then it goes off. We both looked at each other at the same time. “This cannot be happening.” I groaned, throwing my head back against the headrest. “Don't cry your woes out now. You’re in the right place.” I sat up with a jerk, looking around until I saw a girl who looked my age standing in front of the car. She was dressed in all black from head to toe. Her black hair was cut short in a bob. “Never thought I would see you again, alpha.”

I say, seeing which papers that idiot was looking at. "I'm not a peeper". Speaks sitting in the chair facing my desk. "I just don't understand why you feel so much hatred for him". "Don't you understand?" I ask louder, not believing what I had just heard. "You are the daughter and heiress of businessmen, fairy tales don't exist for any of us". She answers seriously. "You should be happy because he's young, he's hot, and you have an overwhelming chemistry. I'm still recovering from what I saw". She says, shaking herself with a smile.

She cuts me off and tilts her head in a mocking gesture before she chuckles and stays quiet for a moment. Next, she moves to the crate beside her and sits down there. The fight is over. She knows I am not going to let her walk out of here easily. “Your father threw me out,” she says after making herself comfortable on the crate. “Sixteen years ago, I was twenty-six and in love with a man named Dorian. Everyone called him a dark wizard, as if that was the total explanation of who he was, but everyone was just jealous of him and his powers,” she smiles. “To me, Dorian was perfect. He was brilliant, kind, and so powerful. And yes he practiced dark magic, the same dark magic that the Kingston fa

It was a sound of immense warmth and terrifying authority. "No, my darling," he said, his voice as smooth as aged cognac. "I am not Alexander." "I am your real father." "The Black Rose League has been waiting for you to grow up since the very day you were born twenty-two years ago. You were never meant to be a Rosier, Ava. You were meant to be a queen." Ava’s pupils dilated to the point of pain. Her nails bit into her palms, a fresh bead of blood trailing down her thumb.

That's why Illarion Black will continue to fight, not to dominate, but because he wants to die on the battlefield soon, with honor. Hera exhaled. “You want offspring from this woman? If you count from the last time you saw her, you could say she's been in a prostitute for more than ten years." The Black Emperor's older sister, who looked more like Prince Alexander, immediately shuddered at the thought of her future sister-in-law being such a disgusting woman. "What's her name?" asked Hera to make sure when they arrived at the village.

He ignores me, slitting his palm as he touch my temple "I, Eros Nathaniel Anathos, future Lord of the Black Cat Coven, reject you, Hermione Circe Crofus as my mate and future lady of my coven." A powerful force suddenly lifts me from the ground and throws me hardly to a wall. Black dots covers my vision... the last thing I heard was his retreating steps.

I looked back up into her eyes and it hit me. I was too distracted by my adoration of her, too lost in her absolute beauty, too busy trying to breathe in her presence that I missed what she was afraid of showing me. She’s an Heir. Facts started to assault my thoughts, coming in rapid-fire as I pieced everything together about what Sebastian told me and who Alice really is. ‘Alice doesn’t have an Alpha.’ Of course she doesn’t, because she IS an Alpha. He’s an Alpha. Her brother is an Alpha. Was.

“To pay someone a visit.” “Who?” Julian hesitated. Then he said it: “Dominic Crane’s daughter.” Aiden looked stunned. “Crane has a daughter?” Julian nodded. “She’s not on the books. She lives abroad. But she visits under aliases. I caught a glimpse of her once, at Harold’s birthday gala. She’s the only person he keeps off the chessboard.” “Why?” Clarissa asked. “Because she’s his queen,” Julian said. “And if I’m right, she’s the key to unlocking how deep this goes.”

Miles muttered before he flipped to another page. "Vampirar is vampire." I put away the heavy drapes. Bright and blinding rays of the sun penetrated my skin, leaving a somewhat stinging sensation. I stepped away from the windows and grabbed clean clothes, opting for a casual dress and light leather boots. The weather seemed fine, and in case his family invited us to while the day away with more outdoor activities, at least I'd be comfortable. "What's 'dhampirica'?" "Half-vampire, half-human offspring," Miles said flatly.