Voldemort: Origins Of The Heir Novels & Stories

The warmth of his blood spills from the wound, but before darkness can claim him, a cold rush fills his veins, a sensation both alien and intoxicating. He opens his eyes to see her—the creature that has sealed his fate. Her beauty is otherworldly, her eyes a deep, fathomless black, reflecting the night sky. Her hair, dark as a raven’s wing, cataracts down her back, and her lips, stained with his blood, curl into a smile. She is Matilda, daughter of William the Conqueror—the first of their kind, an Original Vampire, the progenitor of a race that will haunt the world for centuries to come.

A torn letter with a faded crest that matched the one on my book. "Because you're the rightful heir of the Quiviel Empire," he said. "And because your blood is the key to something they want—something hidden beneath the Empire." "What are you talking about?" I whispered. "Before your parents died, they entrusted a secret to my family," he said. "A vault deep beneath the kingdom. Sealed with royal blood and protected by ancient magic. Your blood." I was trembling now. "This is insane." "I know it is," he said. "But it's true. And the moment they discovered you were alive, they started hunting."

“He's the one behind everything, Theon. The earthquake, the Galdine pack; he did it all, and he's been holding me until the winter solstice. I don't know what he's planning to do to me, but he's been tracking me ever since I was born. In fact, he's been tracking my mom and her mom, and my great grandmother... basically he'd been after me since Lucienne!” “What?” Theon utters, his expression confused. “Lucienne, the first stealer? I thought she was just a legend.” “She was real,” I confess. “She'd actually lived, and I am her direct descendent. I'm her only living descendent and he wants me. He wants my power.” “The accelerated healing?” “It's something more than that. I don't know what exact

"After Darius and I met the council, one member in particular held a strong interest in me." "Voldemort?" I suggest. Wynter turns to look at me, suppressing a laugh. "Yes and no. Yes, that's who I'm referring to, but no, that's not his real name. His real name is Salacia Raith. He was the predecessor of Valerio Rossi, the original high vampire. I will get into more of that later though. For now, you just need to know that Salacia was the one that was intrigued by me."

If her words were true… "Oh? Unshakable loyalty?" he asked. She seized the opening. "Yes! You could even choose your heir from among our descendants. Our descendants are strong and gifted!" Tharion nodded. Everyone thought he had agreed. Lyra exhaled in relief, and the Vixen Clan elders' minds whirred. What they had feared as disaster could instead become the greatest turning point in their clan's history. Perhaps the next Beast King would be one of their own. However, his following words crushed them.

Naura tried to calm her mother, who was upset to hear her story. Naura thought about how she could get a tutor from the school. She tried to find information about the school's tutors. Naura is sure there must be someone who wants to conspire with her. Naura got one of these bad traits from her father. However, Naura is a descendant of Gibson, so one of his bad traits will inevitably be owned by him. When Naura was busy contacting someone to find information, suddenly, a sound was heard behind her. The familiar voice made her immediately end the call.

“And we have magical reinforcements, many of which will be on their way here shortly. Witches with skills in healing and warding. They will help secure this location.” “That’s good. Look,” Rohan ran his hand through his hair. “We found two… zombies,” he didn’t like using the word. “Wandering around the houses. These ones were more… like people. We secured them. You said that you have a cure?” “Me,” Harry said with a smile. “I believe I am the cure.” “Thank you, Harry,” Talen said with a slight nod of his head. “The vampire blood of my line is a cure for this disease, and Harry is one of my children.”

The threads of magic writhed, tried to slip out, each of their movements dug into the vistolian like burning needles, burning his body from the inside over and over again. The strangest thing was that this spell was familiar to him. An almost forgotten vision flashed through my head like a bright flash. Perhaps if Giton had known that he had seen the teacher play the role of crying, he would not have been allowed to remember it. But that time was the only one when the student disobeyed the ban and secretly followed his father and the sorcerer into the dungeon of the castle. And then for a very long time I forced myself to forget that this was possible. Execution. The spell of the Origins, th

Dabria was a little too shocked with all of that story telling gathering. Vincent and Alpha David turned their heads towards Helenora. As Helenora was practically the one who had told that tale to everyone around. Helenora sighed in defeat and nodded her head slowly. "Yes, it's true that you have inherited that power, Alpha Moon. Where do you think your bloodline is coming from? You are one of the descendants of Queen Victoria. Your particular family, the Redford, were able to reserve the beliefs and values Queen Victoria left behind. That's why you are the only vampire that can reproduce. It's because Queen Victoria was a vampire from birth, just like you are." Helenora tried to answer Moon

I thought about the key piece, and the Academy, and all the answers I might find there about what really happened to my parents. I thought about Prince Riven, and the way he'd looked at me like he knew I was stronger than I showed. Maybe it was time to prove him right. I stood up slowly, my legs shaking as I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'll be right back. I just want to... pick some herbs for the tea," I said to them with a smile. "Of course, sweetheart," Mama said. "Take your time." The Oylip and the Wolf's bane was exactly where Lyra said it would be, growing wild at the edge of the garden. I picked a handful of the innocent-looking leaves, my hands trembling so badly I could ba