Additional Heritage Novels & Stories

"Maybe. I felt that I might see someone of your age in this place during my last visit. I don't know if I can still recognise him or not." "No issues, before Ragini's marriage you might get some chance to see the Sekhawat family. They are the claimants of Takht." "And what does it mean? Don't tell me it has a big history again." Myra raised her hand in surrender. "You seem quite afraid of history I can see. Well in short I am telling you. Takht was created by our ancestors to protect our Legacy long back during our ruling period. Top notch fighters were recruited for that position. Among all those only one got the eligibility by proving himself to rule it. Since then the Sekhawat family has

I nearly crushed my phone in my hand. One photo after another flicked past my screen, and then I saw it: Serena Ashford’s necklace. That ruby pendant was our family’s heirloom. It had been passed down for more than a hundred generations, but now it was hanging around the neck of an outsider? I remembered it clearly. On Lila’s eighteenth birthday, I had placed it around her neck myself. My pulse thundered as I dialed the number for Lila’s university, words spilling out before I could stop myself. I demanded to know about her enrollment.

“Just do it, you coward.” With a harsh inhale, I clicked the link and held my breath as an endless stream of medical jargon and complicated DNA mapping visuals flooded the screen. I didn’t even attempt to decipher the technical words, instead rapidly scanning for the key data point that could irrevocably change the course of my entire existence. And then, near the very end of the report... there it was. Heritage Ancestry: 100% Northern Territories. My thoughts ground to a halt, the rest of the words falling out of focus as the blood drained from my face.

“You’ve got the wrong person.” “No, sir.” The reply was immediate. Ethan exhaled sharply, pacing a few steps. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir,” Victor continued, “you are the only surviving heir of the Cross lineage.” Ethan froze. The words didn’t immediately register. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to process what he had just heard. “…Heir?” A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right.” But there was no humor in it. Only exhaustion.

Not in life but in impact. Not gone but transformed. Into memory. Into love. Into the foundation of who I am. That's inheritance. That's forever. That's everything.

Angel just smiles at him and they walk back to the cabin in silence. Once they clear the forest again, they see Alexis and Akilina standing in front of the cabin waving. As they got closer Alexis told Akilina to go inside. She raises her rifle a little, “What are you all? Monsters yourselves?” Angel smiles, “Sort of, we are very powerful monsters. I’m a genetically altered human with the blood of more monsters than I can count running through my veins. Not to mention the thousands of spells that have been cast on me. This guy behind me was just a normal wolf until I found him.” Drake nodes at Angel, “When he found me, I was on the verge of death, and he saved me. So, I have decided to s

I stopped the car for a moment and only now realized that I had nothing to leave my inheritance because I had no wife nor, a child. I don't have any family members or relatives at all. How can I now leave all the things I have worked for if I have no heir to leave with it? I can't die yet. As long as I can't make my heir, I can't die. I took my cellphone out of my pants pocket and called one of my trusted assistants, Baste, to find me a woman to marry. When I got home to my mansion, Baste immediately approached me and handed me the list of unmarried women.

"I was just being stupid." "You were being kind. There is a difference." My father stood, walked to the window. "Kindness is not stupidity. Using someone's kindness is." Outside, the estate grounds stretched into darkness. Gardens my mother planted. Paths I ran on as a child. A whole world I gave up because I thought love was worth more than legacy. "The three years are up," I said. "I failed your test." "You did not fail anything." "I was supposed to find love. Real love. I found a man who used me for medical supplies and household management."

It determined the peace in Delilah's heart. "This house is a relic of our ancestors from hundreds of years ago. And every generation has stayed in this house and has taken good care of it." Delilah nodded at Jayden's illustration of his house. Delilah is very fond of history. She is delighted to go to museums or take walks to cultural heritage if she has a chance. Her face was so radiant that she couldn't stop smiling widely. James sighed defeatedly and kept following Jayden. He stopped a bit behind him when Jayden was still chatting with Delilah.