Novel & Cerita Enemies Of The Heir Beware Ao3

I hissed, feeling a sudden pain in my neck. "The one you should be afraid of is not me but our family head. Now that we know this is happening. We're going to protect the heir." J laughed hysterically. While the cold sensation from my neck was gone. I slightly turned my neck, trying to get a better look at J. And I was greeted by a splash of the color red. I stopped breathing for a few. I felt the blood slipping down into my mouth, and one thing I can say for sure. Is that blood doesn't taste good at all? It was unpleasing to taste, and I do not wish to taste it again.

she paused glancing at Anna, " but you will be different, You're now witch and vamp, Anna." "She's like Khloe?" Liam asked. "Yes, hybrids of vampire high class are powerful," Abigail replied. "I'm immortal?" Anna stated. Abigail nodded, "you are." ------------------- [A/N] Hey Ya'll. I hope you're all doing fine. I saw that book 2 reached 54 reviews and I want to thank all of you for reading and reviewing! I appreciate it. As promised, here is the first chapter of BOOK 3, Azian prince of Dragons. Please leave a comment and a review. I'm back in school so it is impossible for daily updates at the moment, however, I will try to release a chapter once a week (I'm not promising).

He took a life, a legacy, everything your brother was meant to inherit. She read the word brother and had to stop. She read it again. She kept reading. *This is all I could save as proof. The USB contains records, emails, and a partial will that names you. You're also a Rhodes, kept hidden by me for your safety.* *Find the truth. But please, Liora, tread carefully. Damien Hawthorne is dangerous and doesn't tolerate loose ends.* *I'm sorry I couldn't give you more.* *All my love, always — Mom*

A second followed, and then a crack of splintering wood. The heir drew her sword, planting her boots at the top of the short entry stairs. “They want a fight in the halls? Let them choke on it.” The doors burst inward. The first wave came in low and fast—mercenaries with short axes and round shields, screaming in a language Eolan didn’t know. Behind them, the assassins of the Obsidian Creed moved like shadows within shadows, slipping between the defenders with blades drawn for the kill. Eolan’s shadow lashed out, tripping one mercenary and dragging another into the air before smashing him against a pillar. The heir cut two down in a single sweeping arc, her blade ringing against an assassin’

Blackmailed into wearing another woman's face, Isla Virelli, an elite con artist, agrees to impersonate Celeste Voss, the missing fiancée of Elias Hargrove to save her best friend’s life. She never planned to feel anything. She never planned to stay. But on the day she is supposed to walk down the aisle, Cassian Hargrove kidnaps her from the bridal room and marries her himself, because he can’t lose the woman he loves for a second time. Now trapped in the wrong marriage, Isla is caught between two powerful brothers, a collapsing empire built on lies, and the shocking truth that the real Celeste is her long-lost sister. As buried secrets surface and her false identity is exposed to the

She should act smart. "Lord Brad is one of the three Lords in our world. Simon, Adonis, and Apollo are his sons. The heirs," He said and the girl just looked at him quietly, not showing that his words had rocked the world beneath her off its axis. So she wasn't against some casual vamps. She was against the heirs of the Lord. She wanted to fight for her life but how long would she be able to survive against such strong creatures? She was all alone in this new world. She wasn't even as powerful as this bald man beside her. Her survival rate was only ten to five percent perhaps.

The life inside me stirred, tiny yet aware, as if responding to the danger. I looked at Damon. “We can’t hide forever.” “No,” he said, voice low and sharp. “But we can fight. And we will protect what they cannot understand.” The chamber doors rattled suddenly, and a cold wind swept through, extinguishing the torches. Shadows swallowed the corners, twisting unnaturally. I felt the pulse of something ancient inside me. Something alive. Something waiting. And then… a whisper, clear and chilling, came from nowhere: "The heir… must not live."

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A frown flashed across his face, Where was Marxis? , He was sure he did not die in the war, he survived the battle, maybe wounded but he was sure he did. Voices brought him back to reality as the doors behind the thrones opened and in walked a bunch of men, not actually men to say. There were elves, dwarves and other magical creature that resided in Aratia there, along with an elemental or two, and among them he saw zarae, in full black gear as she pushed people back protecting someone,

“It was like listening to the grave itself speak. She talked of a Death Goddess, of an uprising. She wasn't threatening me, Daisy, she was warning me. We are fighting the wrong enemy!” “The wrong enemy?” Daisy’s voice rose, sharp and piercing. “Our enemy is Derek Bloodwood, the monster who stole your fated mate and turned Layla into his weapon! Our enemies are the packs that mock us, that call us weak for not having crushed them already. And now you want to go to our allies, the very Alphas who have risked their own people to stand with you, and tell them ghost stories?”