Hermione Is The Black Heir Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“But fate is cruel, and kings forget promises when crowns grow heavy.” Kaelira’s pulse slammed in her ears. “What promise? What is she talking about?” Neither answered. “Tell me!” she shouted, voice cracking through the chamber. The candles flickered violently, reacting to her rising power. Her mother stepped forward, cupping Kaelira’s face with warm, unreal fingers. “You were bound to him before you were born, Kaelira. The Black Moon marked you both to end what our world began — or repeat it.” “That makes no sense—”

The dark ink at the bottom of the page read: By order of Director Halric Voss, the lineage-blood test confirms a 100% maternal match between the biological female, Lyra Nightbane, and the heir, Cormac Blackthorne. However, due to the treasonous actions of Vanguard Commander Darius Nightbane, the High Council hereby issues an immediate warrant for Darius's execution—and orders the immediate arrest of Cormac Blackthorne on suspicion of high blood-lineage fraud.

He was the one who was chasing mere fantasies about them being together once they were here. His father was overdoing everything. He hates Seraphina for just being ..Seraphina. Ever since he had this vision about the girl, being some bad ebergy around him, he isn’t letting go about anything that has to do with her. “To hell with all of that, you are Damien Black, the son of Jacob Black, the Seer. You have a lot of responsibility on your shoulders if you are to succeed me once I’m no more, yet, you are wasting time chasing after some girl..”

"it's okay." She stares at me with worry and uncertainty. "Am just worried about you Kim, you know how vicious and cruel those people in there can be." I sigh. "I know..I can handle it." "That Bree is gonna be circling and feasting for any small crumbs of information to ruin you with," She folds her hands over her chest. Bree, aka Queen b of Blackwool Royal High and Blackwool town. A perfect description of a runaway model: blond hair,blue eyes,long legs and silky skin that glows in the sunlight. She hates me, No, loathes me because of Ronan.

dangerous thing and he was ready to take it out on anyone in close proximity. But the witch was having none of that. Her gaze hardened into glass in a narrowing scowl. Long garish nails tapped along the wooden surface. "I do not need magic to control the heir." She paused, hands reaching to clutch the piece of ivory bond hair. "This... once the black magic has found her, she'll be mine. Mine to contort, mine to control. And her mate... he'll have no choice but to follow her. And when he does, he's all yours, my King."

Yifa's POV We maneuvered through countless corners, ascending numerous flights of stairs. The grandeur of the palace's interior surpassed its modest exterior. Intricate walls adorned with antiquated depictions of peculiar locales and captivating people surrounded us. My attention was immediately captivated by a particular frame we passed by. It held a picture of Killian's parents, the former King and Queen. Killian himself bore an uncanny resemblance to King Fenrir, while Derek inherited a blend of his parents' features, particularly Queen Ruby's fair, blonde locks. The striking azure hue of their eyes mirrored their father's. Lost in contemplation, I inadvertently halted my steps. Black, ev

At the far end, on a dais of black granite, sat the northern heir. She was younger than Eolan had imagined—perhaps his own age—but there was nothing unformed about her. Her hair was a deep, burnished copper, bound at the nape with a clasp shaped like a wolf’s head. Her cloak was white fur, the kind that marked high status, but beneath it she wore plain, close-fitting leather armor. Her eyes were pale, ice-blue, and when they fixed on him, it felt like the air had thinned. The hall quieted as he approached. The heir remained seated, chin resting on one hand.

Edmund Black. The founder of Blackthorn. Rei stared. Edmund held a photograph. It showed Elara's ancestor and Caelan. "They failed," Edmund said. Young Voss nodded. "Then we'll do it differently." "What happens to the original?" "Keep him alive." "And the Omega?" "Find her descendants." Rei's blood ran cold. They had been planning this for generations. She turned away. "You've been hunting my family for centuries." Voss appeared behind her.

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

The maid recovers from the shock and finally responds in a low voice while turning her back to me. — I am under your orders, your highness, please follow me. — She's avoiding making eye contact with me, interesting. Her hair is black like most of the population of Kreg, she does not appear to have any striking features. If I were to describe her I would say that she was one of the many who is also strung by the castle to show the power of the king.