Enemies Of The Heir Beware Ao3 Novels & Stories

“He probably wants another round. I could go over and punch him.” “Or he’s obsessed, with his hatred ” Oliver said, smirking. “You sure he’s not planning evil?” Austin rolled his eyes. “Can we talk about something else?” Meanwhile, at the other end of the hall, Brian’s own friends were watching. Matteo sat opposite them while James sat beside Brian. James leaned in. “Well well two enemies working together” Brian snickered “You are one to talk, weren’t you paired with Benjamin?” James laughed “Come on buddy, I am not enemies with Austin’s friends”

“No priestly confinement. No isolation. No rituals conducted without my consent.” “And hers,” Lyra added quietly. The council erupted. “This is madness—” “You cannot shelter her from destiny—” “The mate bonds are breaking—” “That’s enough,” I growled, letting my wolf bleed into my voice. The walls seemed to lean inward under the pressure. “If the realm is fracturing, it’s because you keep trying to force ancient systems to obey your fear.” The words tasted like treason. Cian’s eyes darkened. “If she is the Heir, Alpha… then the realm may not survive her defiance.”

The heir looks at me as if I were his worst enemy, it is understandable, I feel the same way. — Then apologize to the little prince first, I heard you owe him some apologies. — Is she really not taking my side? So now I have to share my personal maid (and according to herself, my responsible adult) with the heir. Your Highness shows me his tongue contesting that he think like me. At least he is not crying anymore.

“I was bound to this house long before you were born. And I served your bloodline until the night your grandmother sealed me away.” Alya blinked. “She sealed you?” “She tried to protect you.” His tone darkened, almost bitter. “From this place. From me. From the truth.” “What truth?” He stepped closer, eyes burning. “That you are not just a Roth. You are the heir to a bloodline that once ruled the supernatural underworld of this land. And now that you’ve returned... you’ve inherited everything. Including its enemies.” Alya’s breath caught. Lucien leaned in, voice low, intimate. “You can still run, if you like. But it won’t save you. The wards are breaking. The others will come.”

"Don't let them control you!" But Raven could barely hear. Another voice whispered in her head-a voice that wasn't hers. An older, stronger voice. "Do not be afraid... You are the last heir... Blaise's blood runs through you..." Horror pierced her bones. No! I'm not Elara! I'm not them! But the voice kept whispering. And when it did- The black-robed figure with red eyes raised his hand. The air around them changed drastically, becoming colder, heavier. The walls around them shook. Windows shattered. A strong wind swirled in the room, as if a storm had infiltrated it.

Anna went to my mother again, but poverty caused my mother's love for Anna to vanish instantly. My mother threw Anna out, yelling, "You jinx! It's all your fault!" It turned out that my mother's love for Anna only went that far. Later, my parents passed away. I renounced my inheritance rights, and Anna quickly inherited everything: an old, run-down apartment with no elevator. However, Anna did not know that my mother had a huge debt; she inherited the debt along with the property. Anna barely had time to settle into the apartment before being evicted, burdened with massive financial debt.

“But what about the lycans that attacked you on the street, Mira?” I froze. I hadn’t thought about that detail in a while. “There’s no artifact that powerful,” he continued. “Something made them. Something more dangerous than enchanted steel or blood rituals.” Damien looked down. “I… don’t have an explanation.” I blinked. “That’s a first.” Kai chuckled, wrapping his arm around me. “Tell us what we missed while we were gone.” My stomach twisted. The letter. My father. The threat. The impossible choice I still hadn’t made.

"Cordelia Austen. French. A vampire. The Austen's are in the business of architecture. Factories specifically. The one you were plucked out of was one of their constructions I believe." Lavinia stared at the portrait. She knew vampires were not uncommon, but it seemed strange to view them as families and businesses rather than secluded covens. As Arabella talked down the stack of ladies, Lavinia came to realize exactly how much of her world was controlled by the supernatural. A ghost held a seat in the House of Lords. Werewolves were deep in the means of manufacture. Incubi were rampant through the town. It was another world that the lowly factory life did not touch.