Voldemort: Origins Of The Heir 소설 & 이야기

The members of the Venom Guild looked at the water expectantly and finally saw a young man, who was none other than Krait. Krait emerged from the water angrily, jumped onto the shore, and stared fiercely at the spot where the people from Highford Practitioner Academy vanished. “I won’t forget this, Highford Practitioner Academy!” Krait punched to the right, and dozens of trees fell. An elder of the Venom Guild looked at Krait in delight. “Congratulations on getting a heritage, young leader!” All members of the Venom Guild knelt and worshiped the young leader reverently. So what if everyone else died in the secret realm? The best result was that the young leader received the heritage.

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.

More gasps from the council emerged and my father had to quiet down the chatter to continue. “Yes, I know, I am surprised as well. She gave birth to a boy in secrecy and turned to one of the covens for help. They took him and hid him away, no one knows where. He is all but a ghost, and we know that the coven that took him will not come forward. It would break their code of secrecy. This boy is the rightful heir to the South and is their Alpha and King. Not Eric. Aria hid him because she knew that it was certain death if Eric found out.”

Violet yelled, and this time, she slammed her fist on the table causing it to echo throughout the mansion. Alaric smile faded and he looked at Violet before staring down at his hand. “Actually I.. I wanted to..” Alaric trailed off, tightening his fist. “After the death of Chief June Malfoy, I looked for you to seek revenge. I got information on Poison first so I went to look for him. Two years ago, I found him and he told me that I was a fool.” “What else did he tell you?” Violet asked. “About the relationship between you and one of my ancestors.” Alaric bit his lip regretfully, “He also told me about what happened in Thestryn—”

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?”

She lets Kenzo exist around her. She used to be so irritated by Kenzo. It got to the point where she had the tiniest desire in her heart to borrow Lord Voldemort's wand, say the incantation out loud - Avada Kedavra. Then... blam! Kenzo would disappear from Jess's life. And she was convinced that after that, a peaceful, calm life without constant anger would come into her life.

Although Viktor simply said goodbye to him, as the priest's son he had imposed himself a missive. Viktor searched his father's closet and found some black priestly robes; With a dark motivation that arose suddenly, he exchanged his traveling clothes for the black priest's robes that once belonged to his father. He waxed his short beard, trimmed his elongated hair and placed a silver necklace with the image of a crow on their necks, this type of necklaces were only used by the Clerics of the God of Death. The necklace was a gift from his father, who gave it to him before he knew that Viktor would not be his successor and that he would instead be a Wizard.

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!”

He was the heir of the throne but to ascend the throne he must first redeem the coven before his father Vladimir Bathory, the oldest existing vampire in the coven would step down. He had a heightened power to transform into a dragon snake which ordinarily not even an ascendant vampire could do. He left the underworld when he was just 18 years old to go search for a virgin hybrid and he just clocked 23 years of age a week ago. He was powerful enough which made him able to adapt to sunlight without applying the spell of glamour to hide his true identity.

she muttered, her lips curling into a knowing smile. Valeria chuckled, licking her dry lips before continuing. “His birth wasn’t supposed to happen. His father—Damien’s half-brother—was never meant to have an heir. The Hendrix empire was supposed to be passed down differently, but then his mother… she changed everything.” She paused, watching Ivy closely, as if savoring the power of knowing something valuable. “And let’s just say… not everyone was happy about little Harry’s existence.”