Voldemort: Origins Of The Heir の小説・ストーリー

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

She saw the witches gathered around an altar, chanting, binding something older than them all into Auren’s blood. And then she saw something else. A girl. Hidden deep within a crystal tomb, surrounded by glyphs that pulsed with forbidden magic. “Who is she?” Selene gasped. Kael looked shaken. For the first time in her life, she saw real fear in the blood witch’s face. “That,” he whispered, “is not a who. That is a what. The true heir of Ravenspell. The one they feared. The reason they needed your blood, Selene.” “My blood?” she whispered.

“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.

She stumbled up from the sofa, grabbed his arm with both hands, and shook her head frantically. “Damian, listen to me. I did this for you. I did this for the pack.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. Every head turned toward me. “For him?” I said. “You mean you found another man’s child and tried to pass it off as the Vale heir?” Selene flinched as if I had struck her. The elders did not. Their anger came all at once. “Do you understand what fraud against the bloodline means?” Cedric Vale thundered.

“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."

That is her wish. - Madam, but the pups are cousins. Even though they are second-degree, they are cousins. - And you will accept that and make everyone accept it. It is from the womb of this girl, the daughter of the chosen one that has the powers of the gods and of the greatest white witch of all time, that have your mate's blood that your great-grandson will be born. Her womb and the seed of the strong Hybrid: son of your son, the crown prince, and of Romeo, the heir of the Vampires.

As the members read and studied the leaflets, the data about Aditya was written in full. Then the members nodded and conferred with each other, whispering here and there. "Well, ma'am, here it is written that the young master has a ten percent share given by his grandfather, Mr. Ali; in total, he has more than seventy percent when combined with the property of the great master; therefore, by rule, he is the new leader of this company." Mr. Weber explained. Everyone agreed to Mr. Weber's words, although Calvin looked weak when he found out that the leader was still under his age. He couldn't do anything because it was clear that Aditya was the rightful heir to the company.

“My name is Alcinder, Son of Fenrir, a true descendant of the pure blood of Alparos. I swear before the moon goddess, the lycanthropes, and every living thing thereof, by the Gods, I WILL FIND MY WOLF and rule Alparo. For Alparo.” As I ended my oath, I walked out on the council members and out of the hall with their mouths agape in utter disbelief. Velda kept thinking aloud in her room. “Can you believe that little pest? After everything I have done to get that throne”. My daring vixen, you worry too much, relax, baby!”. Her husband cooed to her. She wasn't in the mood to be cooed or appreciated. She was livid and irritated.