Brutal Heir Novels & Stories

"I'm the daughter of Amir Everhart, the one that your father killed ten years ago. That means I'm the heir of this land, and I have all the right to banish you and your sister!" "Are you fucking kidding me?" Brayden chuckled. "You think you can just claim what's mine? You don't have the power." With a smug grin, he turned to the crowd and declared, "This is my land now, and all of you will bow down to me as your new ruler." “We’ll see!” I dared.

In seconds, his massive frame pressed against the night. “I am the heir to the Alpha of the Ravencrest Pack!” he roared, his voice shaking the trees around us. “Who are you to think you can take my life?” The corners of my lips slowly curved upward. ‘This is going to be a fight.’ “An heir corrupted by greed,” I said, continuing toward him without fear. Our eyes locked. “An heir who murdered his own blood!” The blade hummed in my hand. “And an heir whose soul has been marked by fate itself!”

I tried to explain, but my words drowned in the storm of his fury. He smashed his fist on the table without warning, sending a glass tumbling over. There was a shattering sound as the glass hit the floor, echoing around the room. I flinched, the brightness of the sound piercing through me. "You think I want this?" he shouted venomously. "You think I am ready to be a father? I don't want this baby, Eugene!" His words were like daggers; every single word pierced through me, making my heart ache.

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.

I forced out. “The cupcake.” I froze. “I didn’t steal anything,” I said, my voice shaking. “My son deserves to eat too.” “Deserves?” she echoed, her lips curling. Then she leaned closer, her breath brushing against my ear. “My son is Alpha Blaze’s nephew… the only legitimate Ashclaw heir.” My eyes widened. The room fell into a suffocating silence. “No…” I shook my head, fists clenching. “My son is the legitimate heir.”

He props himself up on one shaky arm and raises his head, defiant, his thin blond hair matted flat to his scalp with sweat. “Your time will come, illegitimate heir,” he snarls. Art, Vaughn, and the other Hughes and Floyd males shuffle and straighten as if they’ve been called to arms. Illegitimate heir. Sounds like a term that’s been thrown around before. But as I’ve proven, and as no one could have doubted, Brody Hughes has no chance against me in an alpha challenge. “You should be heir because your dam was first born?” I spit between gasps. It isn’t a genuine question, but my brain seizes it. Mulls it.

“No, my dear. I’ll rebuild it.” He began pacing. “The packs are fractured, ruled by weak Alphas who bow to human kings and corrupt councils. I will burn the old world to ashes and raise a new one from it. And you—” He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell the faint trace of smoke and iron on him. “You will ensure it continues.” My breath caught. “What?” “You are my heir, Scarlett,” he said quietly, like it was the simplest truth in the world. “When I fall, you will rise. When I conquer, you will reign. My blood runs through your veins, you cannot deny what you are meant to be.”

Well, your father bastard-" "Can you shut up or speak clearly?! It's the bloody night, Stephen!" "Your half-brother is a monster!" "Who, Ethan!" Brushing the sleep from his eyes, Tyler stared at the ceiling for a long moment before replying, "No way." "Yeah, no shit Sherlock! Your brother just made Joe, the bartender, piss himself. Man, I am telling you, he is part of the mafia." Tyler's grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. The weight of Stephen's words hung heavy in the air. A cold sweat broke out across Tyler's forehead as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his mind racing with a thousand questions.

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

Ivanov asks with a frown. “Ivanov!ty ne budesh' oskorblyat' moyu zhenu.” You wont insult my wife. I say angrily. “Izvinite , brat , eto ne povtorilos' by snova.” Sorry brother, it wouldn't happen again. Ivanov says solemnly. “You can get a mistress to carry your heir. This has nothing to do with Giana.” Ivanov continues. I breathe in heavily. On a normal day I would have said fuck the factions and their leaders but this was not another day. As a pakhan, it is compulsory to produce an heir that would eventually take over from me.