From Outcast To Overlord: The Unyielding Heir Novels & Stories

"A crazy old man broke into the house and frightened Ms. Horst. Take him away to where he belongs." The two guards hesitated. But seeing the crazed old man before the mirror, they ultimately moved forward and restrained him, each taking one side. "Jade! Look at me! I'm Terry! Don't you recognize me?!" He stared at me fiercely until he was dragged out of the door. I simply waved my hand, urging them to hurry up. His cries grew fainter. I turned to the confused Sarah and reached out gently to touch her belly. "Don't be scared. You're safe now. Take care of yourself and the baby. After all, the baby's the heir to the Bolton family."

The pack bowed before him one last time as interim Alpha. He took a deep breath. “For years I have guarded this pack on behalf of its rightful heir,” he said. “I was not perfect. I could not be. I ruled a wounded land, burdened by my own mistakes and those of others. But I did so with loyalty to Marcus Everard, to his children, and to every person who survived the darkness that sought to claim us,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “Today I hand over command to the one to whom it always belonged. Emmett Everard, son of Marcus, brother of Eloise, heir to Steelfang, a visionary blessed by the Goddess, and a man who has chosen peace even after knowing war.”

The tide turned, and the once-confident Callahan found himself on the defensive. A moment of vulnerability flickered across his face as I seized the upper hand. "You underestimated me, Callahan," I growled, my voice reverberating through the courtyard. "I am the rightful heir to the throne, the leader of the Silvercrest Kingdom. No one will take it from me, not even you."

Mr Lavenos spoke up, “The Elder Lord just introduced two possible heirs that are both powerful and hybrids. We knew there was a reason he chose the Casters daughter. This is it! He wants to strengthen the Clan and if she is the Coming Sun we will have no time of day we are not safe.” “Gentlemen you are all missing the point. Why is he introducing them now? Why first his daughter with his long lost wife and then his son. A son, may I add, we already knew existed and have fought beside, never knowing he was the heir to the throne.” A gentleman with a tall top hat on, leaned against the wall by the door. He flashed his eyes from under the brim. Smoothing out his jacket as he stood tall, he expl

I know Alpha Alaric to be someone who goes around cursing and creating disputes, so having a lot of enemies isn’t a surprise. “I don’t need to be scared of whoever wants to go to war with me. I’m Alpha Enzo, the sole heir to the Moonbloom Empire. I built everything you see brick by brick, and standing on my father’s legacy and heritage, no one can dare stand toe to toe with me.” “Be careful what you wish for.” Uncle Klaus made his way into the room, accompanied by Brad. Brad was happy to see me alive, but his shirt had blood stains on it, which made me wonder what they were up to.

“Come on then, get on with it while the beer’s still cold and the food’s still warm.” “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Kai St. Claire, the son of our protector, Kiran Sinclair, and as our luck would have it, he has the same protector’s blood as his father!” Conall announced loudly, and the crowd clapped and whistled at his announcement.

I asked shaking in fear “What should I say? My darling Iris, gosh….I can't believe I had to pretend to be good to you all these time, damn I thought I was going to lose my teeth from endlessly smiling at your face while trying to cover the monster in me, but now is over, you can die while my daughter enjoy everything that you have, right princess?” “Yes father” Chloe replied with smiles, “Ahhhhh…..!” I yelled in anger, and pain “How could you all do this to me, I did nothing but love and accept you people, but what did I get in return, betrayals from the people that claim to love me, how could you all do this to me!” I yelled pointing at them all “Worthless, useless, and a pathetic man that'

It held a single yellow legal pad, an uncapped black rollerball pen, and a faded photograph his mother had mailed him from the coast a week ago—Damien at four years old, his dark hair messy, wearing the exact, intense jawline that Eli had inherited, staring off-camera at something he had deemed worthy of his absolute, unbroken concentration. Damien had looked at that photograph for a decade on this desk without truly seeing the boy in it. For eleven years, he had been the brilliant, untouchable Damien Voss, a man who moved markets with a casual signature, who commanded a skyscraper on the forty-eighth floor, who had signed a set of divorce papers without asking a single question because he b

But the heir’s stare was steady, unyielding. “My mother was of the Shadowblood line,” he said at last. “I inherited… this.” He gestured vaguely to the darkness curling at his boots. “I didn’t know what it meant until the Creed found me.” “And now?” she asked. “Now I know they’ll never stop coming.” A knock at the door broke the moment. One of the scouts stepped in, snow melting from his cloak. “My lady. You need to hear this.” The heir straightened. “Speak.”

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.