Brutal Heir Novels & Stories

"And his heir used the opportunity to start the slaughter." My mind spins. My throat closes up. "My pack." The words barely leave my lips. My vision blurs, hot tears pressing against my eyes. I inhale shakily. "You said… his heir?" "Yeah," he confirms, leaning back. I lift my head, my body shaking with fury. "He has two heirs," I whisper. "Tristan Sinclair and Thorne Sinclair." I step forward, voice trembling, fists clenching. "Which of these bastards started this war and destroyed my pack?"

“The crown. The bloodline. My birthright. My father’s brother sat me at the children’s table while his sons learned to rule, and when he died, they carved up what should have been mine and called me a traitor for wanting it back.” His hand curled slowly into a fist on the arm of the chair. “I’m going to take it all back. Every scrap.” His voice dropped lower. “I’ll kill the twins. Both of them. Blade and Brynne, the precious heirs, the great supreme Alphas.” He smiled at the flames. “And then I’ll take the life right out of the little one. Adele. Drain every drop of that beautiful, perfect blood until there’s nothing left.” My stomach turned, but I said nothing.

As I headed downstairs, I could already hear everyone teasing him behind me. Our friend group was surprisingly diverse. Several of us came from wealthy families, but Mel was the only one who actually acted like it. Lyall came from even more money as the Alpha's heir, but years of training had taught him that leadership meant serving the pack, not being served by it. The music grew louder as I approached the bar. "Another round?" the bartender asked with a wink. I nodded. Within minutes, six freshly made drinks sat neatly arranged on a tray. "Need help carrying those?" he asked nervously.

"I've handed everything over, Mr. Alex. Also, a high payment to Mr. Brandon, but unfortunately, that mechanic has been buried for a while." Alef's body grew even more tense. "And one more thing." This time, Sebastian moved. He approached the girl who was under tight security. She looked down, visibly trembling in his hands. Sebastian felt like he wanted to hug her tightly to alleviate the fear she held. "The main heir of Group Azure."

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of a world that had moved on without him. "He'll never stop hunting us," Vivian said one evening, sitting by the fire in the new house. Her sister, Elena—the other Elena—lived with her now, healing from years of captivity. "Men like him don't know how." "Then we'll be ready," Riley said. "We'll always be ready. That's what an heir does—protects what was given." --- The second anniversary of Tata Pedro's death fell on a rainy Tuesday. Riley woke before dawn, kissed Kyle's sleeping shoulder, and walked to the orchard alone. The rain was soft, warm, the kind of rain that made things grow.

========== As she stared at the Alpha heir, with his knife against him, Brock responded to her taunts in a deep, rumbling voice. “Young one, if you want to do something, do it. The Alpha heir is here. He can be a witness. Will you strike, or will you return my blade? We have work that should not be delayed,” he commented nonchalantly, as if his life were not literarily at a knife’s edge “If you need an apology, forget it,” he continued smoothly, “if you want revenge, take it,” he said slowly, his eyes never shifting away from Marian’s cool gaze, which had returned to him.

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.

Mason and Alessio drew their weapons too. " You might be able to kill me but I'll kill her too. Something tells me that she's very important to you. Tch tch." " Just give us the baby, Brianna." " And let my struggles be in vain. I need an heir, this one's already useless. " " My nephew can never be your heir." " I'll make him. " " Just like you tried to make me. " Shawn scoffed. " You don't need an heir Brianna. They weren't yours to take in the first place. " Mason smiled.

At that moment, he wasn't a fighter; he was a merciless force, unchained and driven by something primal. Bruto lay there, a motionless and blood-soaked heap on the ring's floor. Vincenzo sat over him, and continued a relentless storm of stabs, each echoing the air with a sickening squelch. It was a cold-blooded replay of the brutality he'd unleashed on Francois at the peace agreement party. That was my first glimpse of him taking someone's life... and I knew it wouldn't be the last. The ring transformed into a macabre river of blood, spreading in every direction around him.

If blood ties were so easy to break, there never would have been one in the first place! — How dare you … — I proclaim irritated. — Will I… Be his brother forever? Harika too? …- Oh No! Your Highness started to cry. He sobs as he looks at me with those orange-red eyes. Wait a bit. If you stop to look at the heir, we were pretty much alike, the color of the eyes the shape of our mouths, and his nose … it's running. This is too disgusting, I feel nauseous.