A Heir Or An Heir Novels & Stories

That somehow hurt more than if he’d shouted. “Kael—” she started. He shook his head once. “Get some rest, heir,” he said. “We have an altar to ruin in the morning.” The title landed between them like a thrown stone. Not “Rin.” Not “love.” Not even “Blackmoon.” _Heir._ A reminder of the roles they were dragging into this mess whether they wanted them or not. He turned and walked back toward the dim glow of the camp, shoulders tight, boots careful on the leaf‑litter.

“Emotion blinds judgment, Elara. This is not a tragedy. It is an opportunity.” Her hand closed on the desk edge. “Stop calling them heirs. They are children. Your grandchildren are children.” The room snapped. I had used the other word because it fits a ledger—legacy makes a tidy column. Her cut was cleaner. “You mistake me,” I said. “If we frame this in lineage, the Council will listen. Heirs present a claim—”

he said. I scoffed. “Isn't that what I'm working at? Didn't you guys say Fiona is the only one who can give me an Heir? Why again are you changing your words?” I said as he laughed. “I changed nothing. I'm saying the same thing. You just don't understand. You need your Heir because you already have one.” “Huh?” I looked at him. At that moment, I felt like my strength came back. “What stupid bizarre words are you saying? My Heir is what makes me weak?” I questioned instantly.

I remember it’s called an Heir Ceremony, so I start scrolling. The power of the internet gives me a lot of search results. Heir Ceremonies are apparently something that exist in a lot of different cultures and countries. It shows me different names for them and various traditions, but nothing quite fits. I can’t find anything about something in this country. By the time I need to go get Grace up, I’ve decided the internet has failed me and hope that someone else can give me some more information. Grace is already up and dressed by the time I get to her room. I take the brush and start braiding her hair when I think to ask, “Grace, do you know what the Heir Ceremony is?”

She asked with a more polite tone. “It is as what you’ve said.” She transferred her eyes to Carsillion, who moved and slowly opened his eyes, which Ashriel covered with her hands. She is the third grandchild, so why is it that people addressed her as the Heir? What she knew was that Amber WILL be the Heir. “I don’t understand.”

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

"God, why did you give me this fate? How big of a mistake have I made in the past that I have to bear such a heavy burden of life? God, is there no chance for me to fix this fate? I want to be happy. I also want to live a decent life. like people. Can you?" A tear escaped from the corner of Elea's eye. He was very sad to think about the fate of his life which was so winding. Ever since Elea was little, people have always treated her casually. Even since elementary school, Elea is used to finding her own money to buy all her needs.

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

The two talked for a while before parting ways after reassuring everything was all set. As scheduled, the event started. Most guests are from a well known family and business tycoons. Some are young CEOs who have established their own companies at a very young age and some are newly appointed CEOs as its successors. But mostly are the boards of directors of the Empire Group of Companies. The largest company in the country. They have everything, from malls to hotels, resorts, chain of restaurants and many more. Tonight’s event is to formally introduce the eldest son and the heir of Empire Group of Companies. The son that the Chairman and his wife had already lost more than twenty years ago.

Because of what the connection whispered next. The Lost Heir has returned. The words echoed through every part of me. Lost Heir. Not Eighth Heir. Lost. Which meant... The Well Keeper had told me the Seven Heirs were one family. If there was a Lost Heir... Then someone hadn't been added to history. Someone had been erased from it. The hooded figure slowly lifted one hand. The sky above the throne darkened. The fracture across the heavens widened. And a voice, calm enough to chill the soul, carried across impossible distances.