Novel & Cerita An Heir Comes To Rise

The room stayed quiet while the High Priestess wiped years of dust away from the carved underside, revealing more of the inscription beneath. “Read it,” I said. She studied the ancient script for a long moment before finally speaking. “When two heirs awaken, the forgotten oath shall rise.” The words changed the air in that room completely. My first reaction wasn’t excitement. It was concern. I thought immediately of my children. ----- “Why does it call them heirs?” I asked. “No succession has been decided.”

Bryan blurted out, “Why do you think I could even remember how she smelled? We didn’t have any closer interactions than shaking hands and social small talk,” “I’m sorry if you feel offended. Alright, difficult to describe over the phone. Let’s meet after you come back. Have a good vacation!” Bryan sighed after he hung up the call. Both as the heirs of a family business, Vincent had a tougher life to get what he deserved as the heir than him, of course with a higher wealth level too. As the sole heir of S&T group, he had a happy family and did not take much to get control of the law firm business. Vincent, on the other hand, was the “forgotten son” for years wandering in the UK, with a depres

That was what I had been training since I could crawl. The relationship with him was just to get close to him and solve the damn mission. “What about the kiss?” A tiny voice in my head whispered to me. I suddenly stopped, trying to make out a reason for that, but I had no explanation for that. “Welcome young heir” the chorus voice of the servants and maid echoed throughout the mansion compound. I nodded in satisfaction, lifting my chin high up, to fit into the role and birthright of the heir of the Rufus family. The strongest, well to do family in the whole of Manchester city.

KARIN An heir. Not a child. Not our baby. An heir meant for the great Alpha Rowan Kincaid. Another symbol of power. Another possession meant to strengthen his name and bloodline. "Does he know?" The words barely made it past my lips. My throat felt tight, like even sound was dangerous.

I felt Maison's hand cover mine where it rested on my abdomen, his protective presence a constant comfort. "Then it is settled," Elder Pyraxis declared, performing one final elaborate gesture that left trails of darkness and fire briefly shimmering in the air. "The Heir of Obsidian will visit his ancestral territories at the solstice, accompanied by his human parents. There he will meet his blood kin and begin to understand the heritage that flows through his veins." "And learn about this guardian bond," Tuccus added, his gaze meeting mine with newfound purpose. "If Hope truly has chosen me for this role, I need to understand what it means."

Because this might be the truth. It might be a trap. But either way.... The heir had come. And he carried consequences in his bones.

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.

And somewhere beneath the soil, a new seed began to stir, waiting for the rain, waiting for the light, waiting to become something more. The heir had planted her tree. And now the next heir would do the same. THE END

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

Immediately, his face turned dark. “I don’t need you to remind me!” His facial muscles contorted in anger. Seeing Kyle was wavering, Antonette continued to exert herself. “Kyle, if you want to make something better in your life, I can give you a hand, as long as you help me to prove my identity. I guarantee I’ll support you to contend with Brian for the position of heir to the William throne. “Enough with this, it’s all empty promises.” Kyle slowly turned around. Only indifference was left on his face.