Novel & Cerita Hermione Is The Black Heir Fanfiction

Hermione asks, tightening the braid she created in the tips of her fingers. I have priorities in the temple most mornings; especially today, being a Sunday on mortal ground. It's not something I'm particularly fond of. It's the Blackthorne Pack that gather together to sing to me on this day. "Quite," I say smoothly, pinning down a wrinkle on my dress. "It's such an honour." Hermione smiles down at me. A picture of innocence. A gift from my mate. He's so peculiar, doing these things for me. He so clearly wants my heart, but what separates us is more than sinister.

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

That crossed a line I refused to play along with. But she had gotten better at reading me. “You don’t have a say in this,” she said calmly. “Remember.” My fist clenched tighter, nails biting into my palm. The reminder cut deeper than it should have. All of it tightened around my throat like a noose I had tied myself. “Why a banquet?” I asked. “Because I’m carrying the heir,” she said, her voice taking on a reverent edge. “I, Luna Vivianne Greyson, Luna of the BlackMoon pack, am carrying the Alpha’s heir.”

Alex was spread-eagled bare chested across the spinning Earth, which in itself made me dizzy. His skin was purpled with bruises, as he hung like a beaten god over the world. Jeremy whined, clasping his arms around King. Jason’s glossy black hair fell across her brother’s white like she was hugging him, but then I noticed the twisted Hermione’s wand that sparked in her hand, if Hermione had been a Dominatrix (and there was my cousin’s kinky fantasy fulfilled), motherents before she thrust it against Alex’s gut.

SELENA'S POV I stepped outside and saw Greg already standing near the car like he knew the exact second I would come out. Sometimes I wondered if everyone around Alexander Blackwood could see the future except me. "Let's go, Mrs. Blackwood," he said with a slight bow. My body stiffened immediately. Mrs. Blackwood.The name sounded strange, heavy, like it didn't belong to me. Hearing someone say it out loud made everything feel real, like I had just stepped into a life that wasn't meant for me.

“Maybe I am terrified.” For a moment they stood quietly together. The wind tugged at Maya's dark hair. Far below, waves crashed against stone. Ethan glanced at her. "This is about Lucas, isn’t it." Maya immediately looked away. Of course it was. In her heart, everything was always about Lucas Blackwood. For three full years she'd loved him, stolen glances and acted unbothered. It was embarrassing. Lucas Blackwood barely knew she existed. He was the future Alpha King, captain of the combat team and the most popular student at Mooncrest Academy.

She was using my mate as a battery. “Kaden failed,” the witch sneered, her face twisting grotesquely through the fire. “But I won’t. You’ve taken too much, Klaus Black. Your pack. Your mate. Your precious land. All of it—should’ve been his. But you… and your whore mother stole fate.” “DON’T YOU FUCKIN DARE TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER” I roared back at her. “I am the HEIR to the throne and I will take it”

“When you shouted. When your anger burns hotter than Kael’s fire, sharper than Raven’s light, stronger than Jason’s force. For one breathless moment, they weren’t fighting each other. They were trembling before you.” My throat locked. She was right. She stepped closer, her robes robbing against the floor. “The throne is waiting for no one. Not for Kael, not for Raven, not even for Jason. It is waiting for you. Because you are its heir, and it—” She leaned in, her lips near my ear. “—is inside you already.” I stepped back. “No—” Her smile widened. “Deny it, if you wish. But the hunger grows. And when the Veil tears wide enough, it will not be Kael’s fire, Raven's light, or Jason’s storm that

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”