Brutal Heir Novels & Stories

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.

If those soldiers realized I had the rightful claim and they’d lose, they would hopefully go back to their families. "I am Brax, the son of former Alpha Braxton and the rightful heir of the Blood Rock pack. I am willing to give you one chance to lay your arms down and step away from this fight before you lose your life for a war that is not yours to begin with." I said to the soldiers guarding the gate. But unfortunately, this wasn’t as easy as I had hoped, and bullets began flying everywhere. Thank the Goddess my allies had my back because I kind of messed up their plans with my speech.

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.

The kind they romanticize from a distance and the kind who’s supposed to live untouched, unbothered, unruined but life at Blackthorn has a sick sense of humor, because the only person who truly notices me… is the one I should fear most. Rolan Baranov. Only Heir to the oldest Bratva line, he’s beautiful, devilishly handsome with a face blessed by God himself but Cold, ruthless and violent in nature. There’s a rumor he didn’t speak until age ten and another rumor that he killed his first boy at eleven. I don’t know what’s true, no one else does… What I do know is that he has hated me since the very first day we met.

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."

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.

And the truth in his eyes made her chest tighten. "It was me." Silence. Everything stopped. Scarlett stared at him. "No…" Dominic's voice was low. "Years ago, my family started this program." Alexander's smile remained. "To create perfect heirs," he finished. Scarlett felt sick. Dominic continued. "They studied behavior, control, intelligence, emotional thresholds." Scarlett's lips parted. "And now me?" Alexander stepped closer. "Yes." His voice was smooth. "Because you exceeded every expectation."

“Don Alessandro envied him. My father was loved, respected. He didn’t need fear to control people. Alessandro did. So he had him killed and made everyone believe it was an accident.” Elena’s voice trembled. “And your mother?” Adrien’s eyes darkened. “She never recovered. She tried to protect me after he was gone, but Alessandro took everything our home, our name, even our family crest. He turned me into his weapon. His heir.” He looked at her then really looked at her. “And I let him.” Elena shook her head. “You were a child, Adrien.” “I was old enough to hate,” he said quietly. “Old enough to remember the sound of my father’s voice when he told me to never become like him. And I failed him

"You dumped that girl because you needed my father’s Beta soldiers to save your failing ass! And look at you now, you can’t even hold your own territory together. At least your half-brother Xavier knows how to lead a pack. He’s a rogue, and he still has ten times the capital, ten times the power, and ten times the Alpha blood you will ever have!" I snapped completely at the mention of his name. With a savage lunge, I grabbed her by the throat and upper arms, slamming her forcefully against the wood-paneled wall. I pinned her there, my wild, bloodshot eyes staring into hers. "Don't you ever compare me to that Black Sheep bastard! I am the legitimate heir! I threw away five years of a loyal re

I gave you the best life. "You had a child out of wedlock and handed him off to a nanny—I raised him for you too. "But what you should never have done was bring your son back and let him bully Cillian. Your family already wronged my daughter once. Now you want to wrong her child too?" My grandfather's face flushed with anger. He slammed his hand on the table. "You said it yourself—those who aren't of the Harrison bloodline don't belong in the Harrison family. So starting today, pack your things and leave. There's no place for bastards in my family."