Hermione Is The Black Heir Fanfiction Novels & Stories

In walks my very witchy cousin, Raven Ashwood, looking fierce. The room fell silent. Raven had always had that effect on people. Long black hair hung nearly to her waist, streaked with silver despite her young age. Dark tattoos wound around her arms and disappeared beneath the sleeves of her leather jacket. Around her neck hung enough charms, crystals, and enchanted trinkets to make any superstitious wolf nervous. And wolves were very superstitious when it came to witches.

“Don’t pretend in front of me. You used to walk into elder councils and hostile dens without blinking. You expect me to believe you can’t even swallow one cup now?” “You made Sylvie lose face. If you won’t take it willingly, then kneel and apologize properly.” A low ripple of amusement spread through the hall. “So that’s how she helped him rise.” “No wonder he chose the cleaner sister.” “Really, the Blackmoor Alpha heir and this one are a better match. One is rotting, the other was never fit for decent company.” My eyes widened. My nails dug so deep into my palms that the skin broke.

I say to her. Nodding, she says “ Ah” Thirty minutes later Cohen lets me know that the council members are here, with I signal for the guys to get the Alpha while I keep my eyes on him I still feel like something is wrong with him, and my concern was confirmed when we locked eyes across the woods, his were pure black and have no life in them. “ We need your mother, “ I whisper to Hermione. “ Why?” she asked while keeping her eye on Alpha Nathan. “ I believe that he has something magic going on” She didn't seem to understand what I was saying “Look at his eyes” When she did, she turned towards me and said, “No, how?”

The daughters of the high Lords, or as I liked to call them; the Courtyard Hags. “Selena.” Hermione purred, stepping out from under the archway with her usual entourage of highborn airheads. She was a perfect kid of expensive silks and fangs, and it rubbed off on me the wrong way. “Youre dressed, comfortably. How noble of you.” Hermione and I weren't friends, but I knew an insult when I heard one. “Thanks.” I let out, my smile bright. “I was going for, the financially humble, emotionally stable look. I nailed it, didn't I?”

If she were that vocal with me, I would have made immense progress. “Do what you must, but no more bruises. I want her talking, not broken.” William looked displeased, but nodded. Liam just smirked, he was more into immune games than physical torture. As I climbed the staircase back toward the main hall, my thoughts were all over the place. The Moon Stone had been black for years. Priests, Alphas, mystics, even external mages had all tried to restore it and failed. And yet the light had returned at her touch.

"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."

"Enough. The wolves immediately backed off, their ears flattening as a tall figure emerged from the shadows. He was broad and muscular, with dark, piercing eyes that seemed to glow. Kimberly’s breath caught. "W-who... who are you? The man’s mouth curved into a cruel smile. "Ogar Blackwood. Alpha of these lands. And you, little Merger, have wandered far beyond your limits." "I didn’t—" she stammered, pressing back against the tree as he stepped closer. "I wasn’t trying to trespass. I only wanted to make sure these wolves didn't hurt my loved ones anymore." Ogar’s laugh was cold, and he shook his head, circling her like a predator. "Innocent? Humans like you have hunted us for generations. You

Plus I needed to talk to you about something. Xander- you go first then. Black- I need an heir! Xander- ok.. so how is that any of my business? Black- you have some respectful and health omegas, they train I hear.. I would like to ask for one but I pick and she is not forced to accept. She will be a chosen not a bedwarmer. Xander- why can't you take one of your own? Black- they wont respect her as she was one of theirs plus it will not go well with the elders.

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

I looked up and froze. Jacob Black stood there—with his black hair falling across his forehead, blue eyes sharp and intense, tall enough to fill the doorway and make everything else feel smaller. I knew him from stories and glimpses at pack gatherings—the Beta Lord’s son, heir to more power than almost anyone except the Alpha King. New students had transferred to Miller's High recently, and he was one of them, but I never thought he would notice me, let alone speak to me. The shock hit me hard—he was really here. He stared straight at my belly first, noticing the small swell under my dress, and then slowly lifted his gaze to my tear-streaked face.