An Heir Comes To Rise Novels & Stories

The band came alive as I walk through the gold carpet with escorts by my side. I stand beside my grandfather and watch him as he took his place in front, his crown glistening as he says. "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. Thirty years ago, I was standing right here in front of the different royalties and aristocrats all over the world to pass the throne to my son, Jacob ...may he rest in peace. Unfortunately he pass away and now I'm here again, standing beside my heir." He smiled at me before turning back on the crowd. "I'd never imagined that I'll be able to have a flesh of my own as my successor. I thought that this bloodline will end but I am wrong. Now, may I present to you, the heir t

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.”

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred. He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build. The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.

“Front page of three entertainment sites. Two business blogs. And one political rag that should absolutely know better.” Zara sent the link. Alicia didn’t open it right away. She already knew what it would be. When she did, the photo stared back at her. Alex’s hand at her waist. Her head tilted toward him. The dance floor lights blurred just enough to make it intimate and undeniable. HEIR TO THE GEORGE EMPIRE REKINDLES ROMANCE WITH FORMER FLAME — SOURCES CONFIRM A CHILD IS INVOLVED Her stomach dropped. “They’re speculating,” Zara continued. “Nothing confirmed. But they’re circling.”

“So you came to warn me?” He shakes his head slightly. “I came to see if you deserved her.” Heat surges behind my ribs — molten, violent. “I don’t need your approval.” “No. But you will need allies.” I freeze. “Because when word spreads that the Northern Heir lives — awakened, unbound — others will come. Some to kneel. Some to kill.” The wind shifts. I smell snow. Blood. Fate humming like a struck blade. “She is not ready,” I whisper.

5 billion dollar contract he has his eyes set on. Raising his glass, Mr. Hallow laughed, gazing at his son, and said, "Of course! The Hallow and the Riders are going to become a household name not only locally, but internationally. Now that your daughter is joining our family, we will make sure to take good care of her."

"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.

I ask, curious how things will go if the council meeting is a dud. "Passing over the throne is different from a forced takeover. If we beat our parents during a duel for the throne, it automatically becomes ours. As an heir, the throne is our birthright which means it can be given to us when we come of age. Coming of age in the divine kingdoms means graduating DA."