Brutal Heir Novels & Stories

“What the hell are you talking about? I wasn’t shot in my manhood,” he shouted. The man was Brian William, first heir to his family fortune. Although he had been in elite education since a child and had always been taught to conceal his real emotions, Brian couldn’t help cursing as he spoke with this young physician. He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Brian couldn’t hurt this doctor. After all, he was the last doctor specializing in men’s health that Brian hadn’t visited.

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.

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

A perfect, silent, eternal cold. The Crimson Heir. Heir to nothing.

broad shoulders, lethal calm, power rolling off him in suffocating waves. A screech echoed in my head. “Heir of Moonveil.” My blood ran ice cold. If this child is Moonveil’s heir… Then the man before me could only be… ALPHA ZANE! The ruthless Alpha who murdered his own father just to become Alpha. The Alpha who razed packs to the ground without mercy. The Alpha whose name was whispered in fear. “What the fuck…” my mind whispered. He stepped closer. “Is this the one carrying my heir?” he asked.

she declared, walking out of the room with loud thumps. The room quickly turned silent but chaotic with unspoken words. Andrew shivered in my arms and I couldn't bring myself to make him calm. I was confused and filled with regrets. “What are you going to do, Alpha?” Marcus stepped forward behind me. “You wanted an heir… it seems like you have one,” “The only heir I want is with Anna, my mate,” I fumed. “I understand,” Marcus nodded. “But looks like someone came first. You can't possibly reject your child,” he assumed.

Nevertheless, I didn’t have the ability to turn back time, and what was done was done, and now I had to find a way to move on from this, because there were too many lives at stake. After taking down the hellhound tonight, and standing up against the other hellhounds, I knew if I could do that with the help of the power of the sunstone, then there was no doubt in my mind that I could stand up against the heir. The heir was a mere vamp, and the hellhound was a creature from the underworld, making the heir not even in the same ballpark.

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

The air stank of Crown wolves and old iron and underneath it all, I caught Lyra’s scent, sharp with fear and fierce with life and the bond pulled me forward like a rope around my heart. I saw her the instant the corridor opened into the main hall. She stood near the far wall in hybrid form, claws out, silver-black fur rippling along her arms, one hand pressed protectively to her stomach. The heir was reacting hard; I could feel it through the bond, a frantic kick of warning that made my own wolf snarl in answer and between us stood the thing that had made her wolf rise. The Heir-Hunter. It was massive, bigger than any natural wolf had a right to be, shoulders thick with muscle, silver eyes g