Brutal Heir Novels & Stories

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."

He stopped and raised his hands while taking a step back. "What do you mean Uncle Sebatian is your Alpha? What happened to my dad?" I asked. They looked at each other and then at me. "Why are you acting as if you forgot everything?" one of them asked. "Maybe she had an accident and forgot things?" His companion muttered. I looked at them, baffled by their words. “Answer me,” I demanded, pressing the knife against the warrior’s throat. He groaned as the blade grazed his skin, drawing a thin line of blood.

A sound that reverberated through my body and shook me ice cold. “Keira Pierre,” he got serious again. “Do yourself a favour and keep your father’s lineage alive.” He didn’t need to say anymore than that, I understood what it meant. For the first time since I came to Blackthorn, real hot fear coursed through my body. “Who are you?” I finally mustered the voice to ask. “No one that should bother you, if you lay low.” “I used to know your father,” he said, gaze falling into shadows.

Nick asked "Just some keep sake of ours, I thought she would have thrown it away when the accident occurred a year ago but it turns out that she didn't, though she shows every one her cruel and heartless side, I know that some where in her, the Celine i know is still there"Stacey said. Nick find it hard to picture Celine as a kind and fun loving person, he would rather stick to knowing her as the cruel, heartless heiress than as the kind, fun loving heiress.

Some of the most commonly known types of heirlooms in the world of swordsmanship are the Forbidden Heirloom, the Matchless Heirloom, the Cursed Heirloom, and the existence of which is still being debated is the Heavenly Relic. Forbidden Heritage is a term for heirlooms that have great abilities but must be redeemed with great sacrifice or risk if they have them. The Matchless Heirloom is the most commonly contested heirloom among warriors because its prowess is not accompanied by great risks and sacrifices. Meanwhile, the Cursed Heirloom is a term for several heirlooms that have the power to bring bad luck.

"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.

Most of all. He remembered becoming the father of the child she had just fled the pack to protect. And for the first time in his life... The future Alpha of the pack broke.

"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.