Novel & Cerita A Sinful War With The Rebel Heir Book 1

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

I was fairly certain if I approached too quickly, she’d gouge my eyes out. She had a reason to hate me, of course. I’d forced her into this marriage. Because I wanted to keep the secret of my bastardy a secret. Because I wanted to remain the Hereditary Prince of Salasia, the heir to the Valady Dynasty. I wasn’t about to let over three hundred years of my family ruling this small principality crumble with me.

Hello! Thank you so much for coming to this journey with me in Revenge of The Shadow Heir! I started this story with a completely different story arc in mind, and I can't believe I've already reached the end of Dahlia and Tristan's love story. I dedicate this novel to the person who inspired me to take on writing again (and write romance stories, which wasn't really the genre I honestly saw myself writing). Here's to more meaningful memories together, sweetie! :).

Jenny’s POV: As soon as Vivian walked to Ailina’s seat, she reached out to get Ailina’s bag. I held her hand and said, “What’s what are you doing?” “I want to search Ailina’s bag and see if she stole my book.” Vivian raised her chin, looking at me with anger. “Ailina stole your book? You aren’t kidding, are you? She has no reason to do that.” I only thought that Vivian was ridiculous. “Has no reason? Didn’t you see her eyes the time you came? Her greedy eyes. She kept looking at the book in my hand. It’s reasonable to worship Phoenix, but she shouldn’t steal my book.” Vivian was in anger and tugging with me.

The first one was about her childhood, the second about her lovey-dovey years with my father and the third was about the family history. I opened to the last segment. Scarlett had told me that I had to learn about my family, my past, my ancestors. Every page of their journal had a date attached to it with a caption: To the superstitious lineage of the Moon goddess. I didn't understand what the caption read until I flipped open a page that had an ancient symbol revered by werewolves because it symbolized the moon goddess.

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Her eyes were dripping with blood, and she fell to the ground. Darius rushed in. “My king, is everything alright?” I walked to Saraphina. She was still unconscious—and so was the healer. “My lord…” Darius said from where the healer was lying. He looked up at me. “She’s dead.” “What?” I said, and when I looked at her eyes, they were burned like they had caught fire from the inside out. For a moment, I just stood frozen. Everything was quiet. The healer one of the oldest and wisest in the realm lay lifeless on the ground, her eyes burned from the inside out. It looked unnatural, monstrous even. The smell of burnt flesh filled the tent.

"And his heir used the opportunity to start the slaughter." My mind spins. My throat closes up. "My pack." The words barely leave my lips. My vision blurs, hot tears pressing against my eyes. I inhale shakily. "You said… his heir?" "Yeah," he confirms, leaning back. I lift my head, my body shaking with fury. "He has two heirs," I whisper. "Tristan Sinclair and Thorne Sinclair." I step forward, voice trembling, fists clenching. "Which of these bastards started this war and destroyed my pack?"

Alya was in the air, heart slamming, blood roaring. She landed like thunder. No longer just the girl who had inherited a curse. She was something else now. Something terrifying. Lucien’s voice called from the smoke. “Alya, don’t—” But it was too late. The power inside her had opened. And from her lips, a voice not entirely her own whispered: "I am the heir. I am the end. Kneel… or be broken.” The ground cracked beneath her feet. The Ardent Order hesitated—for the first time, uncertain.

“So you exchanged your power for the life of a single rogue? You've doomed your entire revolution. Without you to guide them those Lunas will be lost. The rebellion will fall. And I will come back stronger than ever.” Cassian went to block her view of us. He was bloodied and tired, but his sword was still firm in his grip. “You’ll have to get through me first.” “I can work that out,” Malachai-Morgana purred. But before she could budge, a voice filled the temple. The First Daughter's voice. Not in my head this time. Real sound issuing forth from the stones themselves.