Voldemort: Origins Of The Heir Novels & Stories

"Then from behind me, I heard a voice. I became so afraid because I knew it was a rogue. Turning, my guess was right. He had green eyes and he was really pale looking," "A descendant of Voldemort," Kayla gasped. "I thought they were cursed?" Melodie whispered. "They were locked up somewhere and cursed not to roam the earth again. Are you sure he had green eyes?" Heyli nodded. "Rogues have green eyes," Kayla shook her head. "No, cursed vampires from the Voldemort family do." "Was he the one who infected you?"

"I intend to correct that." "As the mother of what comes next," he said. "A united pack needs a luna whose blood remembers what that means." He leaned forward slightly, his pale eyes intent. "Ivy is remarkable. A resource I have not encountered in my lifetime — raw power drawn from both worlds, the old magic made flesh. What she represents is the beginning of something the world has not seen since the night I made my five." He paused. "But a beginning requires continuation. The next generation, bred with intention from the right lines — wolf and human both, the oldest bloods carefully paired — that is where this becomes permanent. That is where this becomes a dynasty." "Human?" Celeste said.

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.

Viktor finishes telling me the story behind my existence and how badly he need an heir. "Still I am not giving you my child Viktor.For God's sake you are a demon.You and your people feed upon innocent souls.You only know to cause destruction Viktor and you want my child to become like you."I look at him in disbelief.But whom to blame,he is a demon. "You have guessed it right Ellora.I want my grand son to inherit my abilities so one day he will conquer other demonic realms under our dynasty,now that I know he has the genes of one of the most powerful supernatural creature the werewolves and their father is an Alpha by birth,its a blessing for us."Viktor exclaims.

"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.

, observing him for a moment until they finally laughed. She held the Priest’s shirt in a tight grip as she leveled the sword against his throat. “Do you think we do not know about your insane obsession with those jumbles of words? Prophecy?” she spat on the cave floor. “That was why we sent you away and now you have killed some of your followers to make your black magic and come up with “the Heir” that you are so obsessed with.” “It was a willing sacrifice!” The Priest gritted. “And no, I did not create him, he saved us from the army of the White King! He came from the Sky with fire and rage! As it was written, so did it happen! He is the heir!”

Miles muttered before he flipped to another page. "Vampirar is vampire." I put away the heavy drapes. Bright and blinding rays of the sun penetrated my skin, leaving a somewhat stinging sensation. I stepped away from the windows and grabbed clean clothes, opting for a casual dress and light leather boots. The weather seemed fine, and in case his family invited us to while the day away with more outdoor activities, at least I'd be comfortable. "What's 'dhampirica'?" "Half-vampire, half-human offspring," Miles said flatly.

“Was it from the war?” “No. The king grew up not knowing anything about family because he had no one to start with. Many knew it, but refused to talk about it. Like you, he had a dark and troubled past, Kate. He used to wander in the streets when he was a boy until he was abducted and was taken in a facility along with several other children. He was a product of an experiment led by the first ever Vampire King Davidson Rowell and his former Council in their attempt to create warriors that would protect the royals and the city.”

Not taking much time, the Baron stopped in front of a student and pointed at her. "Name and question." Hands were put down and the girl spoke. "Good evening, Lord Ravenclaw, I'm Tracey Davies, second year. How did you become the owner and Lord of Hogwarts?" "Very good question, Ms Davies. How can I own Hogwarts if I'm only Lord Ravenclaw? Let's separate it into four parts, shall we? One for each founder. First we have Ravenclaw. Susan and Susan were Rowena's only heirs. I married Susan , the eldest of the twins and became Lord Ravenclaw with the blessing of Rowena, and after Susan's untimely demise, Susan inherited her part of the castle. Second, we have Hufflepuff. Contrary to the claim of