Brutal Heir Novels & Stories

Chapter 64 Alina's POV The figure’s gaze bore into me, cold and sharp as winter ice. His silver robe shimmered unnaturally, reflecting the blinding light that pulsed around him like a living thing. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with tension and the scent of burnt earth. Damien stepped forward, low growl rumbling in his chest. “Who are you? Show yourself.” The man’s lips curved into a cruel smile. “I am the First Heir. The one who forged the pact between our kind and the darkness centuries ago.”

Maereth smiled. Not kindly. “Yes,” she murmured. “You’ll do just fine.” That was how the last heir of fang and claw was found. Not by love. Not by fate. But by someone who knew how to keep dangerous things alive until the world was ready to bleed for them.

I smirked at him. “I added a clause.” I refocused my attention on Rayana, causing Alejandro to finally unglue himself from where he stood and draw closer. “Your son, one of the twins, will be my heir.” I looked between the two of them before concluding. “The next Pakhan of the Bratva” Rayana’s breath caught before she looked at me, and Alejandro stiffened.

“But I was wrong, you abuse your power, use it to terrorise innocent people. We don’t do that Caden! We punish only those who take from us or who are dangers to us and other people. You don’t deserve to be the heir.” “Thefore I stripped you off that title and I’m declaring Asher as the new heir of the Tuhka’s empire. He showed how responsible and brave he is, by holding you accountable for your actions…” “What?” Henshal hissed, rising to his feet. “Are you shitting me right now?” “Henshal, language.” Grandma scolded him, growling. “Are you telling me none of you are seeing the injustice happening right now? I’m the first son! Six years older than this brat, who still happens to be in high s

Brutus Ironhide—the man who had taken a direct tribulation bolt to the shoulder and casually wiped away the soot—looked at the boy with what could almost be called pity. "Follow me," Brutus said. Pavan fell into step behind him, quietly rethinking every decision he had made since picking up a sword. Meanwhile, in the narrow speed-drills corridor of the eastern wing, Astra Skyreach turned to face Kuro Hale. The walls around them were scarred with target practice marks. "Kuro Hale," Astra began, her voice crisp. "Second son of the Hale Patriarch. Left the estate two years ago. Enrolled here under your own name—which is either reckless or very calculated."

Talia asked, confused. "Mom's order," he sighed. "Get up, Breakfast is ready." After saying that, he left. Talia just bit her lower lip in disbelief. That man is a pain in the ass. Talia has to bear of him being so grumpy. This is her destiny and she must face it. And also, he is her brother. He might not treat her as one but she should have a good and great revenge – that is to love him as her brother if he hates her.

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One of her hands goes up to lift her sunglasses, “Damian Graham it's unlike you to ignore my calls, is it what that poor orphan has done to you, how can—” I cut her off, dropping the pen onto one of the files before pulling my sleeves into my elbows, I signed deeply “ I’m always busy mum” I responded, my voice sounding low and almost inaudible, she rolls her eyes “ You are wasting time son, all I'm asking is for an heir for us to secure the empire if the womb of that wife of yours, can't carry a son then you have no other option than to impregnate another” she stood up and cleared her voice, and said “ Think about it, I can't watch what I have so worked hard for go down the drain” she turns

The siblings believing this since his strategy had led to victory the last time gathered their troops and staged a full-scale invasion of the winter court, it would be their first and last mistake, for in truth detok had planned to use them as sacrifices, for their father. Refrot cam out in all his glory, laying waste to their armies, fatally injuring the siblings, in time to see one of his long-forgotten offspring silently slitting his siblings’ throats and offering a silent prayer to him, and for the first time in a millennium refrot smiled, this fey, this forgotten and abandoned offspring of his whom he claimed had no fey blood in him was to be his heir. Detok was soon on his way to the d

And a voice—neither loud nor gentle. “Heir” it said. “No,” I said again, louder. “I won’t.” The presence pressed harder. “You were made for this” it spoke. “I was made to live,” I snarled, anger cutting through the fear. “Not to be used.” The pressure spiked, testing and probing all parts of me Rael pulled me fully against him now, grounding, solid, real. His heartbeat thudded beneath my ear, anchoring me to flesh and breath and gravity.