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Erik let go of the blade, the students and staff watched as the sword was dropping to the ground, but as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared in thin air before hitting the ground. "And fourth, we have Slytherin. Salazar had one male heir, that he disowned just years after he finished his magic education, and quoting the man, himself, 'the little bastard is a power hungry bigot of a disappointment', and so, is his last will, he reaffirmed the disown of his son, and left all his possessions to his goddaughter, Susan Sally Ravenclaw, his only true heir. Any other that claims that is a liar." That seemed to agitate some older students from Slytherins. One of them even yelled.

Ethan mentioned with pride. "Yandel being four years older, he was sent there first, and after the first year, he came back with a round glass which was given to him by the school and he sudden developed this british accent out of nowhere which seemed to please our parents so much they sent us there too," Ethan added. "Hence why me and Nathan called him Harry, as in Harry Potter, the cursed child, the second part of who shall not be named, the successor of the elder wand, the—" Emily was saying before she got interrupted by Yandel who seemed to have had enough of story time.

, observing him for a moment until they finally laughed. She held the Priest’s shirt in a tight grip as she leveled the sword against his throat. “Do you think we do not know about your insane obsession with those jumbles of words? Prophecy?” she spat on the cave floor. “That was why we sent you away and now you have killed some of your followers to make your black magic and come up with “the Heir” that you are so obsessed with.” “It was a willing sacrifice!” The Priest gritted. “And no, I did not create him, he saved us from the army of the White King! He came from the Sky with fire and rage! As it was written, so did it happen! He is the heir!”

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

"Are you saying your grandfather is responsible for " "I'm saying my grandfather is responsible for a lot of things." Damien turned, his eyes blazing. "And Sebastian knows about all of them. He's been collecting evidence for years. Building a case that would put our grandfather in prison for the rest of his life." "But you're not like him." "I'm a Thorn." Damien's voice cracked. "That's all that matters to the people who want to destroy us. Not who I am or what I've done. Just the name I carry."

This is more like Sabrina. "I am not here to sit, Sabrina. Just get to it," I said impatiently, "I was supposed to have a strawberry-coloured wolf because I thought I was the firstborn and only firstborns of the Harpers family inherit that strong magic. But I got a useless one. The one without magic. Turns out my father had a child before finding his mate, my mother," I paused, taking a deep breath as my voice was almost seized in anger. "She is back. And she is the one with the magic, not me. I need your help, Sabrina. I want what's mine. I want to be in my shoes,"

"I nearly lost my sister. And then I ... I nearly..." Dean cupped his face and made him look at her. “Listen to me. You are nothing like them. I said no, and you stopped. Do you think either of them would have?” He looked away from her in shame and she turned his head back to look at her. “You made the conscious decision, not to be like them. You like Harry Potter?” “Yeah.” He mumbled. “You just told the sorting hat, not Slytherin.” “Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?”

The heir looks at me as if I were his worst enemy, it is understandable, I feel the same way. — Then apologize to the little prince first, I heard you owe him some apologies. — Is she really not taking my side? So now I have to share my personal maid (and according to herself, my responsible adult) with the heir. Your Highness shows me his tongue contesting that he think like me. At least he is not crying anymore.

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

The siblings believing this since his strategy had led to victory the last time gathered their troops and staged a full-scale invasion of the winter court, it would be their first and last mistake, for in truth detok had planned to use them as sacrifices, for their father. Refrot cam out in all his glory, laying waste to their armies, fatally injuring the siblings, in time to see one of his long-forgotten offspring silently slitting his siblings’ throats and offering a silent prayer to him, and for the first time in a millennium refrot smiled, this fey, this forgotten and abandoned offspring of his whom he claimed had no fey blood in him was to be his heir. Detok was soon on his way to the d