First Heir Novels & Stories

She had always known. The High Elder stepped closer. "She loved you." I wiped my tears. "Then why are you telling me this?" His expression changed. "Because I need you to understand something." "What?" "You aren't the only heir." The room went cold. "What?" He smiled. "There is another." "Another what?" "Another descendant of the First Moon Queen." My heart pounded. "Who?" The High Elder looked toward the door. "Someone who has been standing beside you from the beginning."

She knew exactly what he was asking, even though he had not said the words directly. "Because I love you." Adrian looked away, and Sophia gently squeezed his hand before continuing. "You do not have to earn my love by becoming the man you were before the accident." "I know." "Do you?" Adrian looked back at her. "I am trying to." The tension finally eased, and Adrian leaned back in his wheelchair with a faint smile as though he wanted to remember what their marriage had felt like before every conversation became a battle against his hopelessness. He suddenly asked whether she remembered their first apartment, and Sophia laughed when he reminded her about the leaking ceiling and the kitchen ca

The falling dust suspended in the air. I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper. “Then... whose seal is it?” Our mother looked from the First Alpha to me, tears streaming endlessly down her pale face. “It is the Mark of the Heir.” An icy chill swept through my veins, freezing the breath in my lungs. “The heir... to what?” The First Alpha stepped forward through Damon’s body, his crimson-tinged eyes fixed on mine with a look of terrifying, triumphant pride. “The heir to the First Seat,” he purred.

"Yes. I heard it." Across the ruined altar, the First King let out a soft, low chuckle that built into a triumphant laugh. "Now you understand," the ancient entity purred, his shadowy form drifting closer like a ink stain spreading over white marble. "The Final Heir has awakened." "No," Lorrie gasped, shaking her head as tears burned her eyes. "No! He’s a baby! He was born only minutes ago!" "His body is new," the First King countered softly, his glowing eyes fixed on the child. "His soul, however, is a vessel forged before the foundations of this underworld were laid. His consciousness is ancient."

(author note - English is not my first language. so if there are any grammar mistakes please let me know in the comments and thanks for reading the book. this is my first work so I hope you all will support me. -thank you) the next day morning Patrick woke up from his bed and freshen up. he had his breakfast while one of his men informed him about the appointment with ruso Walt about some acquisition and the appointment time is 11:00 am. ruso Walt was the first son of Walt's family and brother of adam. he has less interaction with the outside world but his the cruellest one in Walt's family and he is the one keeping adam out of the jail.

He replied "Why?" "Before I made this huge step,I did my research and I got a enough permit before I did it, it cost me a lot of money and I hate it when I think my money has been gone to waste"he said "I don't care about your damn money, just change the name!"She yelled at him "I don't think you have a say at all in this, after all you aren't married yet and so you still do not have a right to the part of the 40 percent share your father left you "He said

The heartbreak of that realization had me out the door, searching for fresh air as I stripped my clothing off, my body bulking to shift as I broke into a run before the slam of a door behind us and his strong voice halted it. “A stór.” It was commanding, soft, demanding, and a plea all in one, but the fall of liquid from my face told me not to turn around. I couldn’t get lost again. I needed to remember who I was. I am an Heir. Sacrifice was always a possibility. I am one. The pack is many. My blood runs through theirs. I needed to get back to them but I was trapped here. The gate was too high, too thick. My only hope would be Nixon.

he added when he realized it was not just them. My eyes snapped towards the newcomers, and the pieces started fitting themselves together. It was no fucking wonder why Beauty had a powerful aura and had the personality that she did. She was not only from Alpha blood but was an Alpha heir. Anyone could be named an Alpha heir, but only the first-born from the Alpha held an additional source of power within them unless they formally relinquished their birthright or were stripped of it. First-born simply meant the first birth in the case of multiples. “Alpha Crestor,” the headmaster said as the bastard’s father walked in as well.

'Anna, you-‘ 'And listen, I don't need your help! so, just ignore me, I'm just your servant, never be more than that, especially your bitch!' Anna said in a cold tone. And her words were more than enough to make Liam completely silent and stunned by it. She immediately left with emotional steps, leaving Liam behind. And after Anna left, came from behind Liam, the sound of clapping and very loud laughter. ‘HAHAHA’ 'Wow, what an amazing scene! So dramatic! Liam Lawson, the young master and THE HEIR of the Lawson group, was just rejected by a servant, hahaha!'

The cool satisfaction of a man who believes everything is proceeding exactly as planned. I raised my glass in return, my smile flawless. I hope you can still smile like this, Dominic. Three days from now. When your heir is gone— and you finally understand what it cost you to underestimate me.