Voldemort: Origins Of The Heir นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Even for us, it isn't easy to understand how all this happened. —You know that I come from the White Magic Coven, one of the most powerful among witches, the Zanaerys. When the first heir to the throne was born, he had unmatched strength and powers. The witches' council performed a unique spell in which his soul would be reborn within a descendant of my family for decades. Hence, it was, and we always had, a worthy, just, and powerful King.

One of Christian's friends congratulated him. Christian sipped on his drink. "Thanks Aaron, but really, I should thank my ancestors, they started the consortium." Christian said, sincerely. Indeed, the Stark Consortium had existed since medieval times, and Christian had inherited the position of head of the consortium from his father. But now he was old and had handed the responsibility to the only Stark heir left, Arthur. Christian just hoped his grandson was mature enough to run the consortium. That was also one of the reasons he was insisting that his grandson should get married and have kids.

"Why now? Why give this to me now?" "Because I almost died and I realized I've been protecting the wrong son my entire life." Eleanor's hands twisted in her lap. "Marcus is a liar and a manipulator. He used me. He used all of us... And I enabled it because I was too proud to admit that I had raised a monster." "Mom—" "Let me finish." Eleanor took a breath. "Your father knew what Marcus did to you. He knew about the beating, the threats, everything. And he chose to protect Marcus anyway because Marcus was his golden child. His legacy."

“Covered in soot, screaming for your mother. You were the only survivor. I raised you. Trained you. I waited, waited for the right time.” James’s fists trembled. “The right time? I’ve been haunted by this for years. You should have told me.” “I had to wait until your heart was strong enough to carry the truth. Not just your anger.” James took a shaky breath. “So it’s real. I’m the child of the prophecy.” The wizard nodded. “You are. The heir of a story that began long before your birth.” Then the wizard revealed the full truth, the tale that began it all, the secret that had shaped everything since the very beginning.

I say just as an image of my hands covered in blood flashes through my mind and I shake my head. I can't tell anyone I’m out of control. I'll just ask Lily to change the potion. She is my cousin from my father's side. My aunt was seduced by a warlock and he abandoned her when she got pregnant. She later died from depression after giving birth to Lily who we later discovered inherited her father's genes. “Good. There have been reports of werewolves getting lost and being found mauled to death. There seems to be a beast out there. Once you settle things with your mate. Investigate this matter.”

The oldest vampire was called Lord Drogo, he was three thousand years old. His body system was already failing him though and he looked weak and ready to pass on anytime soon. He blessed the princes in front of the crowd who prostrated in front of the prince after they were named as a form of respect and homage. The first prince was called Prince Ollivander who was birthed by Queen Izolabella who was the first wife of the king and King Cassian's childhood friend. The second prince was named Thibor and was born to Queen Pandora, the third wife.

"As I told you... In the future, you might take that position. And it has nothing to do with your leadership. You are one of the direct descendants of our predecessor. The blood in your veins is enough requirement to be chosen by the Origin." "W-Wait! Keyword! One of the direct descendants of our predecessor. How about that Zymir's son, Zak? This Origin can choose him instead." Vance burst out laughing. "Why— Why would it choose that freak show?" "You're being mean," I countered, narrowing my eyes at him.

The fire before us swirled, and silver symbols began to form in the air, shining brightly, symbols of an ancient clan that I had only seen in the palace’s forbidden books. Then the earth beneath us trembled softly, as if responding to the same blood. Lily stirred in my mind. "I know this place," she said softly. I closed my eyes, and in an instant, the scent of the old forest, blood, and the full moon merged into one. It was as if a lost piece of my soul had finally found its way back. “From tonight onward,” Harry’s voice echoed softly. “You are no longer just my child, but you are Viola Brielle Harry, the rightful heir of the Carpathian ancestors.”

Her scent was in my lungs. I had lost everything. But I had found her. "What now?" I asked. "You've found me. My brother is dead. What do you want from me?" Corvin exchanged a look with the others. Then he straightened, and something formal entered his bearing. "You are the last surviving heir to the High Throne. House Varen has ruled illegitimately for twenty-one years. There are those who have never accepted their claim — loyalists, like us, who remember the true bloodline." His eyes met mine. "We want you to come back with us."

I growled. “If you could let me rule then why is there an opposition against my heir,” They all went silent, until a voice spoke up with the same reason they had been going on about for months. “Because your child has no connection to our roots anymore. Your Luna was from another pack before marrying you and you were never born here to begin with. You joined us when you were still a kid and that makes your son not potent enough to bear the title. He'll be drifting us…” “You are crazy to say that out loud. My father was part of this pack. I… I am a true blood of this pack”