Enemies Of The Heir Beware Ao3 Novels & Stories

The Enemy Heir Nobody spoke. The revelation hung over them like a storm cloud. A Heir. One of the Thirteen. Working for the First Ones. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava finally broke the silence. Then: "So we're collecting magical crowns, fighting monsters, stopping the apocalypse..." Pause. Then: "And now we're hunting evil siblings?" Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Rowan shrugged. Then:

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“There were others that didn’t pan out, and others that, while they didn’t make the cut for gifts, can make good allies in the war to come. She’s relying on us to fight the evil, eradicate it, and rebuild. She said it won’t be a clear-cut battle with obvious sides like vampire versus werewolf. It’s good against evil, but the evil can come from any species. Human, werewolf, vampire, witch, anyone. They’re banding together to wipe out or enslave everyone. They want to take over. We have to be ready when they come. We have to find the other good people, to protect them and to have the numbers to fight.” “Anything else?” “No. You guys called me home,” Thea said. “Did she say if this is related t

The words have haunted me ever since. "When the heir awakens, the hunters will come. And no power in this world or the next can stop them." I close the book. The archive is silent. The torches burn low. Somewhere above me, Lyra sits in her room, wearing a mark she does not understand, hunted by enemies she cannot see. I should tell Kael. The Alpha deserves to know the truth about his mate. He deserves to know that the curse that killed his chosen Lunas is not a curse at all. It is a hunt. A targeted, deliberate hunt by creatures that want royal blood to stay dead.

Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores. Driven by purpose and a thirst to change the fate aligned for her, Ariadne disguises herself as a boy and crosses realms in search of a greater life-- But what meets her on the other end is so much more. WARNING; This story is rated R for mature audiences only. It contains sexual themes, violence, gore, profanity and nonconsent. Readers discretion is advised.

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

I sigh, remembering my big mistake. "The idiot wasn't my fiancé, but his brother. Thomas Conner who is the bastard". Answering stopping at the run, getting hateful just at the mention of his name. "My God Caty". She speaks surprised. "Don't worry, we'll think of something". She seemed confident, unlike me. I walk back to my office and as soon as I open the door I have a vision worthy of hell. "What the hell is this?" I ask loudly, staring at him with hatred.

"Exactly. Marriages are just business. And this marriage will be a great business deal. The powerful heir marrying the most influential and coveted woman. It will attract a lot of attention and opportunities." "I don’t want to marry a woman I don’t love!" Cedrick shouted, anger boiling inside him. The antagonist moved closer, his gaze fixed on Cedrick. "There’s no love in this world, seems like you’ve forgotten." One of his men approached, a syringe in hand. Before Cedrick could react, he felt a sharp sting in his shoulder. His vision blurred, and everything went dark.