Voldemort Origins Of Heir の小説・ストーリー

“You already know that Nina was chosen while still in her mother’s womb to be my feeding female. And that my father gave his blood for the potion that saved her life.” “I know that part.” “Well, what you don’t know is that it caused her to develop a vampiric side within her. And that vampiric side is now giving life to our child. Riane had already told me this.” “Riane? What do you mean she told you?” “Riane revealed to my father that our child would be special. He would be the first vampire able to walk under the sun of Helmel without burning or hiding in the shadows. And from him, others would be born.”

The word cut deeper than any blade. Varrow’s helm tilted, eyes burning through the slits. “Did you think your family’s line ended with you? Did you think their blood was only yours to bear? We are the same, Killian. Two branches of the same root. They killed your parents so that only one heir would rise — but they failed. You and I are both that heir.” He staggered upright, blood pouring, shadows writhing around him to hold him steady. Warlocks below raised their hands, chanting, shadows rising in pillars to cover their master.

"Thalia said-" "Thalia's a healer. She deals in symptoms, not causes." His silver eyes gleamed. "The curse was created by a witch…Moira the Broken. She lived five hundred years ago, and she was pissed. The first Veyrath heir killed her daughter, so she cursed his bloodline. Every heir would be bound to a human woman, and that woman would die giving him an heir, and with each death, the heir would lose his humanity. Poetic, really." "And deeply disturbed."

Before I could stop her, Mia lunged forward, snatching Astra from my arms. “This is impossible!” she hissed, holding him tightly. “This child possesses a lord’s bloodline! How could a human woman give birth to such a child?” Astra screamed and struggled. “Mommy! I want Mommy!” Her grip tightened. “This child was stolen,” Mia announced loudly. “Rowling not only stole a sacred artifact—she also kidnapped the heir of a great family!” The hall erupted in chaos. “An heir?” “No wonder she has a sacred artifact!”

That’s the only way it was possible for her to be his twin sister’s child. “No, she had her before she passed away! You clearly don’t know what happened because you know what happened and how you didn’t want anyone to talk about Andres around you.” Martha’s words made me stop and think. Maybe I was wrong. After what happened between us, I literally turned him into Voldemort. No one was allowed to say anything about him around me. It was that bad so if I didn’t know everything that happened years ago correctly then it’s my fault. “Didn’t his sister die with his other family members?”

"Did you just reference Harry Potter?" "Don’t look at me like that. Kevin keeps calling him that." "He’s not Voldemort." "That’s why Kevin calls him the *Heir of Slytherin*—the handsome version," she shrugged. "Oh, please don’t!" I laughed. "He *is* a Slytherin," Jina insisted. Internally, I could only agree with the "handsome" part. A silence fell between us as I smoked. "I know I must sound like your mother or something, but after last time..."

How he survived by consuming blood of lineages. How Valentina drank his blood as a child. How she inherited something worse than immortality- The hunger for control. The thirst for dominance. And the ability to twist human souls into weapons. And worst of all… Her obsession with the progenitor line. Vlad’s descendants. My fingers froze on a paragraph: “A child born of Vlad’s last surviving blood will wield power enough to free me from this curse.” Vlad. Vlad the Impaler. The original. The true father of the Vampyre bloodline.

I growled. “If you could let me rule then why is there an opposition against my heir,” They all went silent, until a voice spoke up with the same reason they had been going on about for months. “Because your child has no connection to our roots anymore. Your Luna was from another pack before marrying you and you were never born here to begin with. You joined us when you were still a kid and that makes your son not potent enough to bear the title. He'll be drifting us…” “You are crazy to say that out loud. My father was part of this pack. I… I am a true blood of this pack”

“And that means something else.” Everyone looked at him. The warlock stood slowly. “If the vault recognizes the heir’s bloodline…” His eyes shifted toward me. “…then the Haven itself may already be binding to that lineage.” The courtyard went completely still. Ragnar’s low voice broke the silence. “A territory bound to an heir.” Koa exhaled. “That’s not a pack anymore.” No, it wasn’t.