Voldemort: Origins Of The Heir 소설 & 이야기

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of a world that had moved on without him. "He'll never stop hunting us," Vivian said one evening, sitting by the fire in the new house. Her sister, Elena—the other Elena—lived with her now, healing from years of captivity. "Men like him don't know how." "Then we'll be ready," Riley said. "We'll always be ready. That's what an heir does—protects what was given." --- The second anniversary of Tata Pedro's death fell on a rainy Tuesday. Riley woke before dawn, kissed Kyle's sleeping shoulder, and walked to the orchard alone. The rain was soft, warm, the kind of rain that made things grow.

They stopped at a big hall which had a deadly aura as the men pushed the teenagers inside the dark hall "Well,well,well and who do we have here?Hello Summer or should I call you Niece? . . . . . "Do you know my dad?" Summer asked staring at the strange man "Of course yes infact we were brothers" Lord Voldemort said as he finally came down from his throne revealing his handsome but evil face "Really,so you knew Mr Jerald?" Dorian asked as the man cold gaze fell on him

Her had received his power from his grandparents, who were Royal Lycan and Nephalem (They used to describe the extremely powerful offspring of Angels and Demons. “I heard that he is extremely cruel, heartless, and has a temper issue. And also, that he doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents because his mother chose that man as her chosen mate who had killed his REAL father.” Theodore said, recalling what he had heard about the King. “If I’m not wrong, then Oliver Weasley had killed his real father, right?”

The spell casters tried to colonize the werewolves and had a plan to attack the other tribes after they defeated the Drottghes family. “Tell me, Voldemort. Where is my father and why are you attacking me? I'm the Alpha's son!” He shouted to the guy who is now laying on his right hand with a katana pierced on his stomach. “We never serve you because werewolves like us are not deserving to rule the world of Deshaun, only the Spellcasters have the power to do it!” Voldemort said that makes Flion angry. Before the guy could say another word, he pulled out his katana and swung it on his head.

I said wondering when or what I have done to have soiled my reputation here. "You know just like the way lord voldermort marked Harry potter and he was taken to his uncle place when he was still a child but was still the talk of the town in his real realm and was later introduce to his real realm when he was of age". I look at him in confusion, how does harry potter relate with my reputation been soiled.

“You already know that Nina was chosen while still in her mother’s womb to be my feeding female. And that my father gave his blood for the potion that saved her life.” “I know that part.” “Well, what you don’t know is that it caused her to develop a vampiric side within her. And that vampiric side is now giving life to our child. Riane had already told me this.” “Riane? What do you mean she told you?” “Riane revealed to my father that our child would be special. He would be the first vampire able to walk under the sun of Helmel without burning or hiding in the shadows. And from him, others would be born.”

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."

But the heir’s stare was steady, unyielding. “My mother was of the Shadowblood line,” he said at last. “I inherited… this.” He gestured vaguely to the darkness curling at his boots. “I didn’t know what it meant until the Creed found me.” “And now?” she asked. “Now I know they’ll never stop coming.” A knock at the door broke the moment. One of the scouts stepped in, snow melting from his cloak. “My lady. You need to hear this.” The heir straightened. “Speak.”

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

A drug that gave them abilities they couldn’t imagine, and high that caused nothing but chaos in their obsession. The few who had enough control. Who fell in love with the forbidden, created hybrids that were even more addicting. And here I am. The self-fulfilling prophecy, in another world. A different life, and still parted from the only beings who had any chance of holding me. I have no doubt that the Lords of the Mountain, were Veyorn, just like Vlademyre the founder of my Earth Family. One of the originals that maintained the power of his line, and legacy as the Old Lords once did by sharing their blood and venom with those they found worthy.