An Heir Comes To Rise Novels & Stories

I dug my nails into my palms, grounding myself against the rage that threatened to spill. "Brock," Milinda whispered softly. "Do you truly believe this child can replace…" "Replace?" he cut her off with a low growl. "No, not replace but if they fail me, if their weakness drags us down, then yes. This child will rise above every one in the pack and I will make sure of it." I could not breathe. I pressed myself tighter against the wall, desperate not to make a sound. Another heir. That was all I was hearing, over and over. Another heir meant another chance. Another chance meant that there's another load chained to my shoulders.

“You might think you have the throne, but even kings follow rules.” “Yeah?” his voice dropped. “And what rule is that?” Grayson stepped in smoothly. “If you think you can just knock up some random girl and parade the baby as your heir, you’re dead wrong.” “Exactly,” Eleanor added. “Your father and our founding laws require more than blood. The heir must come from a family, a union. One you’re committed to. One that reflects our legacy. Not another mistake.” “So what—” Roman scoffed. “You’re telling me I have to secure a family first?”

I said flatly. Mom gripped my wrist so hard it actually hurt. "I know he's given you a hard time. But trust me… this will end soon." I frowned, confused. "What do you mean?" "Ezra only acts like he owns the world because he's the King's only heir. But what if there's another heir? One born from me, and connected to you by blood?" My mom put her hand on her belly, a smile full of ambition spreading across her face.

"The Heir needs a catalyst. A heart that has been emptied is the perfect vessel for my return. And you, Rhea... you are the cradle that is finally falling." A sudden, sharp contraction tore through Rhea’s abdomen, making her arch her back and scream. The glass-like skin of her stomach was glowing so brightly it was translucent. She could see him. The Heir. He wasn't a baby anymore. He was a curled, terrifying shape of pure shadow, his fingers elongated and clawed, his head crowned with jagged obsidian horns. He was pushing. He was fighting to be free of the flesh that had held him. "I can't... I can't do this alone," she wheezed, her silver veins pulsing with a violent, violet light.

The grand halls of Olympus echoed with the distant sounds of divine life as the young godling explored her new home. Sunlight streamed through the colossal columns, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Her bare feet padded softly across polished marble floors, each step filled with a mixture of wonder and slight apprehension. From atop Mount Olympus, the familiar voice of Hera called out warmly. "My dear one! Come join me for breakfast. I've prepared something special." Her tone was laced with maternal affection, a stark contrast to the tension that often hung heavy between her and Zeus.

His expression hardened as he bent to my level, his hands firm on my shoulders as he looked me dead in the eye. “Listen to me Logan.” His voice was cold and I can never forget the look in his eyes—the dark, warning look that I best not do anything to cross him. “The empire I’ve worked so hard to build will be taken over by no other person but you. You will not waste your time on things that do not serve that purpose.” He paused, making sure I was absorbing every single word. “You will go through intensive training to make sure you are someone worthy of becoming the next CEO. Do you understand?”

I had stepped off the board. I touched my stomach again. The child would grow up knowing the truth. They would know about the mansion and the jet, but they would also know about the girl from the farm and the mother who chose to walk away from a throne. They wouldn't be a "Hale Heir." They would just be a person.

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.