All Chapters of Blood Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Seize her!” the crowd started chanting in unison pointing towards me and a group of guards started approaching me.“I- I- I- I’m not a threat, I sw-w-w-wear! I’m just as c-c-confused! You have to believe me! P-p-please!” I stuttered trying to explain and wriggle myself away from the guards surrounding me. But it fell on deaf ears and I was aggressively apprehended by those guards and taken away.As they carried me out of the hall, everyone kept hurling insults at me. Tears flooded my eyes because I didn’t know what I had done to deserve all this and why no one was listening to me. Life has always been unfair to me, I was starting to really believe I might be cursed after all.“Ah!” I screamed at the harshness of ice cold water meeting my face.I took a few seconds to recover and look around. I was in a dungeon. Bound by chains produced from what I presume could be centuries ago and before me were two men, one with a bucket in hand and the other squatted directly in front of me.The m

RAELThe dungeons always smelled the same: a dying mix of iron, damp, and despair.No matter how many prisoners came and went, the scent lingered, in these stone walls like a memory that refused to die.My boots echoed down the corridor, each step purposeful for me and dreadful for whoever I intended to visit. William and Liam trailed behind, one too quiet, the other too loud. Order and chaos was their natural rhythm but tonight, even Liam had the decency to keep his mouth shut.The torches burned low, their light flickering against the bars of the final cell. There she sat, small, trembling, wrists bound, a bruise along her cheekbone from William’s earlier outburst the other day and eyes though swollen, tried to stay alert.The girl from the peace summit and the one who turned the Moon Stone white.I’d been replaying that moment in my mind for hours: the chaos, the blood, the impossible light. I had never seen anything like it since the death of the Goddess. But somehow, this scrawny

RAELThe world turned silver the night I found her, silver and something colder. The kind of light that hums in the bones and makes you feel like you’re constantly being watched was what shone upon us.Lyra’s body lay sprawled on the grass, her skin glowing as though she’d swallowed moonlight. Meanwhile the guards I had sent ahead were on their knees, their wolf forms burned away by a force they couldn’t name. Grown warriors shivering and trembling in fear like pups before thunder.“What happened?” I demanded.They only shook their heads, they were consumed by fear and shame. One of them still had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, another muttered prayers to Luna, the goddess of the old packs but no one would meet my eyes.When I knelt beside her, her glow dimmed. Her breathing was shallow but steady and her pulse strong. The pendant she wore, a dull crystal strung on leather, cheap looking at first glance was now blackened at the edges, as though it had passed through fire

LYRAThe moon wouldn’t stop staring.It hung too low in the sky, swollen and luminous, as though it had crept closer while no one was looking. I felt it every time I breathed, there was an awareness pressing against my ribs, patient and relentless.Watching. Waiting.I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers dug into the blanket to steady myself. Since the infirmary, the light beneath my skin hadn’t fully faded. It no longer flared wildly, but it moved—slow currents tracing unfamiliar paths, like something learning the shape of me.The pendant lay heavy against my chest. Not burning but listening.A soft knock came at the door.“Come in,” I said, though my voice sounded smaller than I liked.Rael entered alone this time. No guards. No healers. No council shadows lingering behind him. He closed the door carefully, as if sealing us into a space the moon itself couldn’t breach.“They’re convening again,” he said without preamble. “At dawn.”I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

RAELThe fortress stopped sleeping. Not fully, not the way a place should when night falls and guards settle into routine. Instead, it hovered in a state of watchfulness, like an animal that had sensed a predator but couldn’t yet see it.Every corridor felt too alert. Every torch burned a little brighter than necessary. And Lyra sat at the center of it, whether she wanted to or not.I stood on the Eastern rampart long after midnight, eyes fixed on the forest below. The moon hung high and sharp, its light clean and unforgiving. Wolves patrolled in uneven patterns now, no longer trusting habit. I’d ordered the routes changed twice in a single day.Patterns invited attention. And tonight, the world felt like it was paying attention. Footsteps approached behind me.“You’re going to wear a hole through the stone,” Liam said, stopping a few paces away.“I was hoping,” I replied, “that it might give.”He snorted softly, then sobered. “Reports just came in from the river packs.”I didn’t tur