First Heir Novels & Stories

Hope stared. The baby had her eyes. Her heart stopped. “That’s me.” “Yes.” Lucian stepped forward. “Don’t.” The First Father looked at him. “You know what she is.” Lucian shook his head. “She is my daughter.” The First Father smiled. “And she is more than that.” Hope’s eyes narrowed. “What am I?” The First Father walked closer. “You are the first person to inherit Choice without being created by it.” Hope stared at him. “What does that mean?”

The creature looked toward the baby. “That child is not the First Child.” Emily froze. Kael's eyes widened. “What?” The creature smiled. “The First Child was destroyed.” The baby began crying. Emily held it tighter. “Then who is this?” The creature looked at the child. “My heir.” Silence. Emily stared. “No.” “Yes.” Kael stepped forward. “You're lying.” “I wish I were.” The creature looked almost sorrowful. “The First Child died when you escaped the First World.” Kael shook his head.

He was inside my mate's wolf, wearing Killian's body like it belonged to him. “Which heir?” I asked, forcing the words past my tight throat as I kept my eyes locked on his face. I already knew the answer, but I needed to hear it from him. “The firstborn Alpha son,” Orson answered through Killian, his lips curving into a smile that made my stomach turn. “He belongs to the First Pack.”

Elijah, at only seven, ran close behind her, his small legs moving as fast as they could. Father embraced Adam first, his eldest son, with a firm hug before sweeping Mother and Bella into his arms, showering them with kisses. He clasped Elijah close and then turned to me, his eyes briefly meeting mine. There was joy in his gaze-or perhaps relief-but there was something else too: a shadow, a sadness that lingered even as he smiled.

the screen. The camera zoomed in on Lucian as the boy clung to Seraphina’s hand, looking both curious and nervous beneath the glaring lights. Marrow’s expression darkened with fascination. “He has Lysander’s eyes.” Another executive shifted uneasily. “What would you like us to do?” Marrow did not answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the boy. “Prepare a statement,” he finally said. “Congratulate Mr. Virell on his newfound fatherhood.” The executive looked surprised. “You want to appear supportive?” Marrow smiled slowly. “Publicly.” Back at Virell headquarters the press conference finally began to wind down as Adrian signaled that only two questions remained. A middle aged journalis

I look at Rael. He is looking at Sera with the expression of a man watching the legal architecture of his entire situation restructure itself in real time. “Primary heir,” he says carefully. “Not equal to me. Above.” “In terms of the original bond’s documentation, yes,” Sera says. “The firstborn child of a registered bond takes precedence in eastern territories inheritance law over children born of subsequent relationships unless a formal waiver exists.” She pauses. “I am not saying this is what Ms. Avery wants to pursue. I am saying it is what the law says.”

“Copy. Reinforcements coming in 10 minutes.” “10 minutes is too long. Make it 5.” “We’ll do our best, sir.” The little girl looked up at Jorgen, smiling at him. Deep inside, Jorgen wished and hoped nothing would happen to them tonight. After all, this little girl is very precious. She came from an influential family who might and can change the world. The most precious Heir of the Ambroise family. The car continued to speed up, only when the driver lost his focus on the road as the car behind them rammed into them. The driver lost the steering wheel for a second, which caused them to almost crash.

When he placed his hand on my baby’s head and prayed, I closed my eyes. Please, I begged silently. Let this be the beginning of peace. When it was time, Jake stepped forward. The room straightened, attention sharpening instantly. This was not just a dedication. Everyone knew that. This was history. Jake Williams Martinez First child and only heir. Jake cleared his throat.

I look at Jack. “That is your child. Your firstborn, but it will never be the heir to your title.” That is my only consolation. They weren’t mated when the child was born. Our firstborn will be Jack’s heir. He nods without saying a word. I get up and look at each of them for a moment.

Emeraude tried to soothe. "Explain this to me now?" Bree requested, now with a more controlled voice. "Well, I don't know where to start. I'm already two months along, and the father is Cassian St. Clair," Emeraude revealed, fidgeting with the ends of her hair and hearing the silence on the other end of the line. "Bree?" "I'm in shock right now," confessed Bree, her voice low. "You lucky girl! You're carrying an heir to a damn fortune," she added, making Emeraude laugh.