A Heir Or An Heir Novels & Stories

He didn't look afraid; he looked like a child watching a new kind of clockwork. "The Heir is the key," Vala said, her eyes turning a deep, desperate blue. "The Source-Core identifies the Heir as a 'Friendly Terminal.' If the Heir enters the Core, the defenses won't fire. You can get us inside, Gianna. You can be the Trojan Horse we’ve been building for a thousand years."

This was my whole life and identity they were gonna reveal to me. “Okay, let’s have it. But before you start, I’d like to say, I know I’m a Werewolf and also a witch, apparently y’all like to mix bloodlines every so often and I just happen to be one of the products” I said, then paused to let that sink in. “Y’all should start, first with why people keep referring to me as, the heir. The heir to what, Heir of Quillon they say”. My Father cleared his throat, a clear sign of his discomfort.

Especially if it is the child of a Crown Prince, having an heir is basically like securing one’s position to becoming the King. However, my elation is not because my position as the next King has been secured, and not because I have an heir. No. It is because I am having a child—Esmeralda and I are having our own child. There is a difference between having an heir, and having a child. Having an heir is just to secure a position, and the child is basically for the kingdom. Having a child, despite being an heir as well, is first and foremost, a son or a daughter, a child to the parents. To me, it is a beacon of hope, hopefully a chance for a brighter future for my mate and I. Of course I am el

Not just a child, Adrian’s son, a legitimate heir. The weight of it settled slowly, thoroughly, like something that couldn’t be shaken off once it found its place. Solen’s voice cut through again, firmer now. “This is no longer about your marriage.” Her gaze sharpened slightly. “This is about succession.” And Alessia understood exactly what it meant. Not physical danger, but something far worse. In families like theirs, an heir wasn’t just a child. It was direction. Continuity. Control. Augustus had waited for one for years.

The woman emphasized. Although the little girl didn’t understand why her mother was saying that, she nodded her head and promised her mother. “What about the necklace mother?” the little girl asked as she stared at the necklace. “This one is kind of special. It was made by someone special to both of us. This is your family’s heirloom,” the woman said before starting to cough again. “But I heard that heirlooms are given to the heiress and heirs. And it is the father’s side that gives them their bloodline,” the little girl said as she had heard it from the older girls during a banquet.

"But baby, you never really told me why they are after you. I've let it go for many days but I want to know now." He knew this was going to happen. He inhaled deeply, exhaling the next second and he looks at her. "I'm the heir of the Corporal Group. Whenever someone succeeds in the title, some other family loves hunting the successor, sometimes just one of the family will attend. They hunt before, during, and in the next twenty-four hours. It's vital that they do it after the announced date of accession because if they do it before, it's just not a thing. "Since I am the heir, I am that fresh meat in a market full of rotten ones," he explained.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

He holds my gaze and challenges every reason my brain comes up with that he’s here with me tonight for any reason other than he wants to be with me. “So, you’re not a choice of successor. You’re an heir,” he says slowly, as if trying to comprehend what I’m saying. “I’m not just AN heir, Benedict. I’m THE heir,” I say quietly. “What do you mean?” “When my grandfather met my grandmother, his fated mate, he didn’t accept her. He didn't realize that she had Alpha blood. You know how second sons become Betas and second sons of Betas become Gammas, etc?” I ask.

“You’re not ready for this.” She folded her arms. “Try me.” Something in his expression shifted—less ice, more storm. “You think this firm is just a law office?” he said. “We sit on ancient courts. We settle blood feuds older than your textbooks. I don’t run a business, Zara. I run a kingdom.” She stared at him. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came. “The Heir Trial,” he continued, voice low. “It’s not ceremonial. It’s a fight for leadership. For the right to shape the future of the Five Clans.”

Something that was waiting for an Heir. To Be Continued...