Brutal Heir Novels & Stories

“And what if the pack pays the price of you crushing him? What then, Hayden? What will we be left with? An Alpha with no heir? A father with no son?!” “Birthright?!” Seraphina’s voice cracked through the room, reverberating down the stone halls like a whip. “We still have Sebastian!” she spat, her hands flinging wide, as if the very idea of Hayden’s argument disgusted her. “Don’t you dare stand there and act like Marcus is the only heir! Don’t you dare use birthright as your excuse!” Hayden’s nostrils flared, his jaw tightening. He rose from the chair slowly, deliberately, his height and steady posture an unspoken reminder of his authority. “Sebastian is heir,” he said, the words measured bu

He looked down as if surprised that he still held her and then unclenched his hands and let her go. She looked down at her fists, the faint dark red lines around them, where his fingers had gripped. 'I hope you are proud of yourself, leaving marks like that on me!' 'The marks you've left on me won't heal as fast!' The snarl in his voice made her flinch away in shock, feeling that she had innocently opened the door of a house to find that it was on fire when flames leapt out at her. Bryan's skin had been a dark angry red, now it was white and icy like the face of a marble statue and his eyes looked very black, impossible to fathom.

Levi shouted continuously with deep hatred in his eyes! “How dare you?! Philip Clarke, as the heir of the main family, you’re so defiant and dare to make such a brutal move against the heir of the branch family. Do you think my branch family would endure this without fighting back? Or have you long intended to get rid of the entire branch family?”

She screamed as I could tell she was getting frustrated. I let out a loud sigh before I spoke. "He's the one who set the bounty." I said as she ran her fingers through her hair. "I just don't understand this makes no sense why would he want his own daughter dead?" She questioned. "My guess is because it gives him more power. If he has no daughter it gives him more of an advantage because theirs less ways someone could take his gang out. But I'm not sure, sometimes there's no justification as to why we do certain things." I shrugged.

"With us, with the packs, with everything?" Brent sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Now we rebuild. The Blackthorne lands and assets have been held in trust since your parents' deaths. As the confirmed heir, they're yours to reclaim." "Lands?" I repeated, blinking in surprise. "I have lands?" Fin chuckled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "Sweetheart, you have an entire territory. The Blackthorne Pack controlled some of the richest forestland in the region. Your parents were wealthy, Seraphina. Very wealthy."

“Basically royalty. Untouchable. Everyone worships the ground they walk on.” Her tone makes it clear she finds that ridiculous. “Who’s in it?” Crystal blinks at me. “You seriously don’t know?” “I got kidnapped like twelve hours ago, Crystal.” “Right. Fair.” She leans in slightly anyway, lowering her voice dramatically. “Lucien Blackwell. Vampire heir.” The name settles strangely in my chest. “Jasper Ashwyck. Fae heir.” Another strange flicker. “We all hate him because he’s beautiful and knows it.” I snort before I can stop myself.

The room went still. Even First Man pause, his skeletal mask turning toward the Broken with renewed interest. "That is a dangerous ambition, Broken. Satan Heirs are not easily killed. . Why would you betray your own kind?" The Broken leaned forward. "Because one of them killed my brother. He was my blood, my flesh, my only family. And he was taken from me by one of the Heirs. I do not know which one and I do not know why. But I will find out. And when I do, I will end them. Permanently."

My voice betrayed me before I could stop it. Reynolds slowly turned, his eyes locking on me for a fraction of a second. “Hmm, it seems someone has been paying attention to history ,” he said. Then he straightened, his tone cold but approving. “Applaud her, everyone. Perhaps a higher post might be warranted for her commitment.” I forced a smile, my hands tightening against the desk edge. He faced the crew again. “So, where was I? Ah, yes. The heir to the Black Heart is Ethan Cross. He didn’t just take over his father’s empire… he surpassed it. He brought in the biker group, Addiction—Steel and Sin.

He holds my gaze and challenges every reason my brain comes up with that he’s here with me tonight for any reason other than he wants to be with me. “So, you’re not a choice of successor. You’re an heir,” he says slowly, as if trying to comprehend what I’m saying. “I’m not just AN heir, Benedict. I’m THE heir,” I say quietly. “What do you mean?” “When my grandfather met my grandmother, his fated mate, he didn’t accept her. He didn't realize that she had Alpha blood. You know how second sons become Betas and second sons of Betas become Gammas, etc?” I ask.

He'd win anyways. " I won't work on this plan until I get a full proof plan to survive, of coarse after winning. I don't want my fruit to be passed to my cousin, Brandon or someone else." I say after debating with myself. "There's no war ever fought without a sacrifice, Hunter. You may rule this empire after you defeat the Inferno Morto, the organization sitting on the apex of this mafia world for decades." He stands up from his chair and rounds his way to the mini bar. Pouring himself a glass of neat gin, he tilts his head to pass me a wary look," In case, you die fighting for this power game, I want you to make sure you leave an heir behind you, a male heir, who has to continue our bloodli