Romans & histoires Voldemort Origins Of Heir

"Melt it down. We can donate the money to our 'Anti-Violence and Peace Foundation.' It can be his one good deed." Vincent's lips curved into a satisfied smile. He kissed my earlobe. "As you wish, my lady." What he didn't know was that long before, when I was sixteen, the purple wind chimes had already found their way into my world. That year, Vincent had returned to New York for the first time as an heir to report to the family. He stood on the balcony of the villa next door, a cigar between his fingers, his gaze passing through the garden fence to land on the foolish girl who was being completely duped by Nico's self-pity act.

I look at her. "Why?" "Magic." She says it like the answer should be obvious. "Girls tend to inherit the magical bloodline more consistently. Boys can inherit it, but it's much less common." She pauses. "So if your mother was part witch..." I stare at her. "Then having a girl first actually makes sense." I think about it. She's right. My parents had me first. And now I'm having a girl. "It's strange." "What is?" "That I've spent my entire life thinking there was something unusual about me..."

A drug that gave them abilities they couldn’t imagine, and high that caused nothing but chaos in their obsession. The few who had enough control. Who fell in love with the forbidden, created hybrids that were even more addicting. And here I am. The self-fulfilling prophecy, in another world. A different life, and still parted from the only beings who had any chance of holding me. I have no doubt that the Lords of the Mountain, were Veyorn, just like Vlademyre the founder of my Earth Family. One of the originals that maintained the power of his line, and legacy as the Old Lords once did by sharing their blood and venom with those they found worthy.

As we came to the center where the heir’s army once stood, Raven began to growl, as the ashes began to move dead center in front of us. Raising my hands, I waited for whoever survived the surge of power to show themselves, as fear hit me that it could very well be the heir. But as multiple bodies began to rise from the ashes, I realized that it wasn’t the heir, but Joffrey and his greatest grandfather, along with Mr. Thomas and some of the vampires from the city.

She picked the lock with a flick of her dagger and flipped through the pages until she found it: House Valenhart — oldest of the Twelve Vampire Houses. Said to descend from the first-born child of the Moon God and a wolf goddess. The bloodline was marked by a gift: shadowwalking, eternal memory, and the Dark Gift — the ability to absorb pain from others and store it within themselves. Varek Valenhart. First-born son. Current heir. So he was royalty. And he had been hiding it. Of course he had. When she confronted him, she didn’t wait for diplomacy.

But then again, he didn't have expert knowledge on the recent happenings, so he was forced to agree. “They’re calling it Luna’s Wrath,” he continued. “They’re wrong.” A chill slid down my spine. “Then what is it?” Rael stepped closer, voice dropping. “Inheritance.” The word struck harder than any accusation. I laughed once. It was sharp, brittle. “I don’t come from anyone important” He keeps forgetting I'm an orphan. “You don’t know where you come from,” he corrected. The room trembled. Not physically, but inside me. The light flared in response, climbing my arms in thin silver veins.

"As I told you... In the future, you might take that position. And it has nothing to do with your leadership. You are one of the direct descendants of our predecessor. The blood in your veins is enough requirement to be chosen by the Origin." "W-Wait! Keyword! One of the direct descendants of our predecessor. How about that Zymir's son, Zak? This Origin can choose him instead." Vance burst out laughing. "Why— Why would it choose that freak show?" "You're being mean," I countered, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Vladimir’s not really my son. We, vampires, are incapable of giving birth to a child. Little did everyone know, I am the great-grandson of the first king of Volioirae. Plus, I was created by the recent king, and that, I believe, makes me the rightful heir to the throne. Shame on those who tried so hard to defeat me. Huh! Who did they think they are? “Anyway, I transferred some of my blood to Vladimir and that ungrateful scum seemed to be useless. He didn’t show me any ability, so I dedicated myself to finding a host that would give me the power I needed. That’s where Alic enters. That talented child...” He shook his head. “If it weren’t for that ungrateful shit, she should’ve been my greate

Even for us, it isn't easy to understand how all this happened. —You know that I come from the White Magic Coven, one of the most powerful among witches, the Zanaerys. When the first heir to the throne was born, he had unmatched strength and powers. The witches' council performed a unique spell in which his soul would be reborn within a descendant of my family for decades. Hence, it was, and we always had, a worthy, just, and powerful King.

I motion for him to follow me to my room, I don’t want our talking to wake Nicklaus. “Yea my mother is a Viking warrior princess, and my father is of royal bloodline a descendant of the goddess Selene. Uhtred being the first born and my father’s heir got his enormous size and temper and my grandfather’s name on my mother’s side, and me being the first Luna born of Royal and Viking bloodlines I inherited multiple elements. I think that is why I’m so wild natured and struggle to control my powers.” I say shrugging as if it’s no big deal, when in reality it scares me.