Heir Apparent Book Novels & Stories

“He used to talk about you like you were magic. Said he was waiting to find you. That he'd seen your face in dreams. He worked with Selena. They planned to get you out together. He said… You were everything.” My throat closed.= I flipped the book open. Page after page, filled with my face—sketches, charcoal outlines, water-stained smears. My hair, my mouth, my eyes. One word kept repeating under every drawing in a childlike scrawl: The Heir. Heir of what? I turned more pages, the English shaky and broken. Ancient symbols and names I didn’t recognize. A bloodline. A clan. Kitusiko. Another page. A rough sketch of a birthmark.

Gabriel Thorne. Helena Rossi. Every name they expected was there. Then... The next page stopped everyone cold. At the top was a heading. Successors. Beneath it... Two entries. Heir A — Elara Quinn Heir B — Aurora Quinn Aurora frowned. "We were listed before we were even old enough to walk." Gabriel nodded. "The Founder plans decades ahead." Then Lucien noticed something strange. There was space beneath the sisters' names. As if another entry had once existed.

Under Northern Ridge Pack Law, he was to become the next in line for Alpha, as his Uncle Tarun was the current Alpha and, since he had no male heirs, Everett became Heir apparent. His place in the world was set. The thought of seeing his sister made Everett's heart race with conflicting emotions. His mother had always told him that his father was a great man, denied his rightful place by politics and treachery. That his half-siblings were jealous, entitled children who had rejected their father's new family out of spite. "They don't deserve him," his mother had whispered countless times as she brushed his hair from his forehead. "Especially that girl. She's nothing like you."

I traced my finger down the list, my breath catching as I recognized the names. The first Primordial Queen. Her children. Her grandchildren. And then, halfway down the page, I found my mother's name. Seraphina Primordial. Daughter of the line. Mother of the heir. I pressed my fingers to the ink, as if I could feel her warmth through the paper. "She wrote that herself," the old woman said softly. "She knew you would find it one day." I closed the book, holding it against my chest. "I am the heir. But I don't know if I am strong enough."

Roman asked finally, lowering his voice. Zayn raised his head slowly, meeting Roman's eyes. “And how am I supposed to feel, Roman?” His voice was flat with no emotions. “Of course you’re supposed to feel hurt. Zayn, this...this is not something small,” Roman said, leaning closer. He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Now that you’ve found out the truth, who’s going to be your next heir? Don’t you think it’s time you paid more attention to Daisy? You know… get her pregnant, let her bear you an heir.”

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

I go into my bedroom and change into a casual outfit before moving to the kitchen to microwave dinner for myself. While waiting, I decide to search up who the infamous Daisy everyone is mistaking me for is. I type 'Daisy and Hunter Stone' into the computer since I didn't know her last name. The computer loaded various articles, gossip blogs and pictures. I click on the first article with the heading "Heiress of the Heart group of hotels gone missing". The article was about how Daisy was supposedly kidnapped and murdered. This led to the terrible health condition of her father since she was his only living relative. The article reported that the details of the whole incident remain unknown to

A young mortal servant—one of many who now worked in the palace, learning divine skills while sharing their own mortal wisdom—entered carrying a tray of food and a small scroll tied with green ribbon. “Good morning, sir,” she said with a warm smile, setting the tray on the desk. “Breakfast from the kitchens—fresh bread from Maria’s recipe, cheese from the foothill farms, and honey from the sacred hives. And this came for you just now.” She handed him the scroll, which he opened carefully. Eirene’s elegant handwriting covered the page:

I said. “Kieran,” Alaric confirmed. “He is the next blood heir of record. The paperwork that would have placed you beyond that default has been delayed under his own administrative mark for weeks. If I die before the confirmation is sealed, the throne defaults to him. Not to you. Not to any child of the bond. To him.”