Voldemort Origins Of Heir Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Vallezarii is no fool. Unlike you, he believes in the tale of dragons and has a selfish desire to claim their powers for his own. He would not make the child of a slave his heir if he had dragon heirs of his own.” Mare’s head swam as she tried to make sense of his words. “His heirs…you are…” “I am the heir of a common man and a noblewoman from Mrygyan. Captured as an opposer of his rise to power, Vallezarii wanted heirs with my mother’s bloodline but he could not. By making me his heir he forced my mother to submission.” “And your mother, the queen, was she a dragon lord?" "I do not know for certain but she has a power she passed on to me."

Aeron admitted. Voldemort sighed, revealing a side seldom seen. "I never forget a favor," he confessed. "You see, before your father became king, he had saved My family and I during an attack on my kingdom. Your father, then was just a patrolling soldier, had called his army to aid us, nursed us back to health, and we became friends and allies. However our, friendship soured when Your father became power-hungry and declared me an enemy for not joining him. Despite the betrayal, I know I owe your father for saving my life and kingdom. So, when Pelenore approached me, I couldn't refuse the call for help. So, here we are."

I say just as an image of my hands covered in blood flashes through my mind and I shake my head. I can't tell anyone I’m out of control. I'll just ask Lily to change the potion. She is my cousin from my father's side. My aunt was seduced by a warlock and he abandoned her when she got pregnant. She later died from depression after giving birth to Lily who we later discovered inherited her father's genes. “Good. There have been reports of werewolves getting lost and being found mauled to death. There seems to be a beast out there. Once you settle things with your mate. Investigate this matter.”

Kaelor growled. "They're coming for the baby," Vladya corrected. The air went still. "What did you say?" My hand went to my stomach. "The second heartbeat." Vladya’s footsteps came closer. Kaelor didn't stop him this time. "The healers knew. Hecate knew. That’s why she wanted you intact. A Muse-born heir... the first in a thousand years. It’s not just a child. It’s a battery. A source of infinite power."

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.

On my eighteenth birthday, the High King summoned the heirs of the four great clans—the Vampires, the Werewolves, the High Serpent Clan, and the Merfolk. He laid their portraits before me and said, "Choose one to be your bondmate." I did not hesitate. I pointed to Damon—the werewolf with no noble bloodline, born in a forgotten corner of the realm. The entire court erupted in disbelief.

A hot discomfort rose in my stomach. "What do you mean?" I whispered, before I could stop myself. Beside me, I felt Icarus’s firm, warm touch. He wrapped my hand in his. The pressure was light but steady, a reminder that I wasn’t alone. "Your father was a warlock," Vardam said, as if the words weighed on his tongue. "One of the most powerful of his generation. Unique. A direct heir to one of the most influential and powerful magical bloodlines to ever exist."

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

I already knew where this was going. I was the first son and the business alwaya went to the first son, just as it had always been. “And so,” he continued, cool eyes sweeping between me and Diego. “I will hand the reins to the son who proves himself the most capable.” My mother’s brows knitted together. “Guillermo… surely you mean Alejandro.” She glanced at me, then back at him. “He’s the eldest. It's the Castillo tradition.” “No,” Father said, voice hardening.