Botw Stolen Heirloom Novels & Stories

But come down here for a moment, will you? I get down off the roof and land on some boxes confused. —What do you need sir?— The merchant comes to me and starts tiding my clothes. — Your clothes, your highness! They are a mess. How have you undone almost all your laces?— —Oh, thank you, sir.— I say a bit embarrassed. I still haven't figured out how tiding laces work. He finishes my clothes and gives me an approving look. — If you're already going to the forge, would you mind doing me a favour and ordering a new shipment of twenty claymores? — Gentle voice but still astute tone like all traders.

"We may had failed to take the black crystal but I don't believe it's the only weakness that she have." "Good question, Keir. But for now, I only had one thing in my mind. Purple Smoke cannot achieve immortality without the help of the heir of destruction. She needed her soul for the last bead of the immortality bracelet. After she succeeded, she will make the heir of destruction as her pet. With that, they're going to be unstoppable." Bo's expression dropped for an unknown reason but no one else noticed it. He simply glanced at Ferlah who was eagerly listening to him.

Richard The envelope was unmarked, which was typical for Liora. She never labeled anything sensitive, never gave anything away with the exterior. She handed it to me without ceremony, her mouth set in a line and her knuckles white around the folder until I pried it from her fingers. "Don’t read it here," she said, voice low but clear. "It’s not just confirmation. It’s placement, sequence, symbol lineage. It’s all there." "And the girl?" Liora hesitated, just for a beat, and then said, "There was only ever one heir pendant made. The other Mooncut locket was forged later. This one matches the archived impression from the Queen’s vault."

Hale, he said, "You are going to harvest me..." "Well, Harvest is a very strong word. We are going to extract a couple of your bone marrows, just for future security. Your father doesn't trust that you will outlive him, and it would be a waste having the dirt reaps for what the living need. Don't you think so?" Dr. Hale answered in an unamused tone.

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.

“You – you said you need me and my spirit stone, right?” He looked at me with hard eyes. “I do.” “What do you intend to do with it?” “Only our king could answer that.” “Who is your king then?” “Our king is the great Apricusian leader – King Helion.” So, even the vampires are after this Shadow Rune relic… “Alright, you can have it, but you have to promise me one thing. You have to keep your word to Samalah. You must really help them out after this,” I said.

But at the same time, I become wary about the future. My father just said I was the heir to this family. But I do not know anything about the underground world. Also, I’ve almost died twice now. The necklace. I left it back in the other house. If I’m allowed to pack my clothes. I’ll keep that necklace and ask what is it really about. I don’t think it’s just a normal necklace that Hannah wore.

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

Every breath felt like inhaling crushed glass. ​Yet, my frozen fingers remained clamped tightly around the heavy, black velvet pouch tucked deep within my innermost tunic pocket. It didn't just contain the Starlight Quicksilver Jace had stolen. During my desperate flight through the Western palace, I had taken an even greater risk, infiltrating my father's private sanctuary to steal Supreme Alpha Richard’s personal royal crest stone—a jagged, obsidian relic pulsing with an eerie, hidden warmth.

To save her family’s legacy from complete ruin, Vespera von Falkenrath agrees to a high-stakes contract marriage with Munich’s most reclusive and feared shipping magnate, Kasimir Adler. Known only as "The Iron Chancellor" in elite circles, Kasimir is cold, ruthless, and guarded by shadows of a dark past. What Vespera expects to be a transactional arrangement quickly turns into a deadly game of cat and mouse when a series of calculated sabotage attempts threatens both of their empires. Forced to rely on each other, a dark passion ignites between them. But as secrets unravel, Vespera learns the terrifying truth: the threat isn't coming from their visible enemies in the boardroom. Someone in t