Voldemort: Origins Of The Heir Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes at him and went behind my desk. "Shouldn't you at least act like you are happy to see me? I heard your mom is looking for a suitable husband for you. Should I tell her that I'm interested in her pretty daughter?" David asked coming to stay beside me. "David, I was happy you left the country. But I'm also glad you came back successfully, things hasn't changed here one bit. I'm still as busy as ever." I said simply. "I know. I read the article, your mom made you the heir to Queen's empire. It was bound to happen anyways, there is no one more capable than you in managing this huge company. Congrats." He congratulated.

“I spoke with the stable boy – he’s already brushed down my companion and given her fresh hay and water. He says she’s the finest deer he’s ever seen, though I suspect he says that to all his charges. ” A small smile touched her lips – rare for the huntress, but genuine all the same. “There’s something to be said for mortal care – they may not have our strength or knowledge, but they give their whole hearts to whatever task they undertake.” As if on cue, Hermes burst into the room moments later, his face flushed with excitement and his hands full of small treasures he’d acquired in his brief exploration downstairs. “The common room has excellent ale! And someone’s singing about heroes from T

TRISTAN: I thought I was seeing things when I saw a body on the ground. As I came over, I realized that this man was someone I knew. I flipped him over, and I was right. It was Sir Casior, Livia’s lover. I hastily carried him into the village straight into Sir Morland’s abode. The dragon healer immediately set himself to heal him. Vampires have really strong bodies. There were very few things that could kill them, which was why blessed artifacts – weapons that are blessed by the Moon Goddess herself and can kill vampires – were considered national treasures in the Werewolf Clan.

"And let me tell you another little secret." Lord Voldemort muttered, making the trio raise their heads as they stared at him. "Another secret?" They all asked the same time. "Yes, another secret." He affirmed, taking a short break before he continued speaking. "You have my powers running through your veins, Summer." Lord Voldemort stipulated, making the trio look at each other confused. "How? I thought she is Damien daughter so how does she have your powers flowing through her veins?" Dorian asked Lord Voldemort, slowly rising on his feet, leaving Summer in the hands of Damon.

Merfoy closed the book and remove his glasses. “Tried to analyze the situation, Seres gave him some of his red flames which makes him a sorcerer. Then your grandparents passed some of their green flames to him which helps him resist Seres’ manipulation, but do you know what makes him become a violet sorcerer? It’s because he already had the blue flame in him from the day he was born, and the three flames inside him mixed up causing a violet flame. We have two options here, first is to make those who gave him the green flame take it back, in that case, the red flame and blue flame only exist in him,” Merfoy said explaining it with his hand gestures.

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..."

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.

"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..."

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

“You were never just my mate. You were the prophecy no one could control. That’s why your bond with me is different. Why it’s been awakening slowly. You were meant for more.” She turned back to the crown. “What is this place?” “The Vault of Origins,” Elias replied. “Only blood heirs of the First Circle can unlock it. No one else can even enter. That crown… it was never forged for a king like me. It was meant for a queen born with both power and choice.” Serena swallowed hard, her hand hovering just above the crown. “And if I put it on?” “You claim your birthright.” The torchlight flickered, casting long shadows. From above, the sound of movement—growls and hurried footsteps—echoed through th