Brutal Heir Novels & Stories

I read Sage's notes cover to cover twice before Cassidy came to collect me. The journal was full of cramped handwriting, sketches of ancient symbols, and highlighted passages about Blood Heir abilities. Some of it was fascinating. Most of it was terrifying. Apparently, a fully awakened Blood Heir could not only absorb abilities but also memories, emotions, even fragments of personality. The strongest Blood Heirs in history had been able to command other wolves simply by understanding them completely—knowing their fears, their desires, their weaknesses.

He found himself staring, trying to calculate exactly what kind of lethal creature was hiding behind the ash and how magnificent that silver bloodline truly was. People treated the heir of the Adebayo Dominion like an unyielding monument of stone and terror. But beneath the mafia empire and the blood treaties, he was an apex male who respected raw power and a mate who could match his bite. By some twist of the ancestors, the rogue forced upon him might be the exact challenge he had been searching for.

Grandma asked "There's no even need for that. The first and last one are quite easy but the second one is going to be a bit difficult so if you can pass the other two stages and meet the exact requirement, you'll automatically become the heir or heiress. The person with the highest profit wins and it must be two companies" she added "So..... Who are we starting with? Since we have only one male here, starting with him won't be a bad idea. John Campbell, step forward with your ledgers" Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief

"That's not fair. My mother's opinion doesn't count as mine." He smirked. "Life's not fair, Sweetcheeks. Fair's for idiots who believe in happily ever after and the poor fuckwits who actually get fooled into thinking that a spoiled brat who's never known what it means to live in terror every single fucking day of their childhood, could actually deign to love a bastard from the streets. You know who would be perfect for you? That little shit....Tom....Ted....Todd? Fuck his name, just fucking go and play the perfect little heiress and get the hell out of my apartment!"

His mother had collapsed in shock, and Ryder had stood frozen, too young to understand but old enough to feel hatred bloom in his chest. The cheerful, innocent boy he had been died that night. In his place grew a vow—an oath etched into his very soul: to destroy everyone responsible for his father’s death. When he was seventeen, he learned the truth. His father’s killer was none other than the man his father had called brother, Deluca Dinte. From that day, Ryder had lived for one thing—revenge. He built himself, sharpened his mind, and forged his empire. He restored his father’s fallen cartel and renamed it "The Iron Fang". A name that would bring fear back to the underworld.

Through blurred eyes, I saw him. Not Eleazar. Never Eleazar. He was gone with the flood, gone with the last piece of me that had ever been safe. The man standing there now was my stepbrother—the Alpha’s new heir, born of the woman my father took after my mother was gone. He had never been my blood, but he was always the one allowed to raise his hand against me. Always encouraged. Always praised for it. The whip rested in his hand, his mouth curved in a smile that curdled my stomach.

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

I agreed with him. “You are the only heir. If not for Xavier’s condition, you both would be handling the companies. This is your chance, don’t miss it. Or you don’t want your uncle to own the companies do you?” “No, never!” I said with a straight face. “You know what to do” he said. ************ “What do you mean he escaped?” I asked angrily on the phone. “He outsmarted us. We are very sorry, Boss” my assistant, Roman said in a scared voice.

But apart from that, we have no idea what the hell is going to happen. And if she’d read the goddamn paper, she would see the last thing I focused on was money or property. I’m more interested in what would happen to the child she is carrying, if by any chance we separate. I need my heir, and I’m keeping him or her close, no matter what. The room has been quiet since she left. I decide she has had a minute to calm down. I give her father an apologetic look. The man was shooting daggers my way but my focus isn’t on him right now. I have to speak with his daughter and I know what I have to say will piss her off even more.