Heir Bible Definition Novels & Stories

he said. I scoffed. “Isn't that what I'm working at? Didn't you guys say Fiona is the only one who can give me an Heir? Why again are you changing your words?” I said as he laughed. “I changed nothing. I'm saying the same thing. You just don't understand. You need your Heir because you already have one.” “Huh?” I looked at him. At that moment, I felt like my strength came back. “What stupid bizarre words are you saying? My Heir is what makes me weak?” I questioned instantly.

Jax said, looking sympathetic. “What’s so bad about having two heirs?” I asked no one in particular. Jax shared a look with Randall, and then they both looked to my sister and cousins as if waiting for one of them to answer my question. With a sigh, Stevie finally answered. “An heir is someone who is next in line to rule. In our case, being an heir means one of us is in line to rule the Knox coven. Because you do not yet know how to wield your powers, I will step up to rule our people until you are ready. Then we can sort what happens next.”

"Were you not the one begging me to not kill the child already inside of you? Unless of course, you've changed your mind." "No, I—" Her eyes search mine. "Isn't that kind of...aren't I supposed to be having your heir?" "Genetics are rather subjective. Don't you agree?" She blinks at me. "What?" Well, I didn't exactly plan on having this conversation now. I'd hoped we could stave it off for at least another month or so. Gabriela is apparently determined to keep me on my toes. "Heirs are subjective. What makes an 'heir?' If the pack accepts the next in line, what does it matter whose DNA has contributed to it?"

“What the hell are you talking about? I wasn’t shot in my manhood,” he shouted. The man was Brian William, first heir to his family fortune. Although he had been in elite education since a child and had always been taught to conceal his real emotions, Brian couldn’t help cursing as he spoke with this young physician. He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Brian couldn’t hurt this doctor. After all, he was the last doctor specializing in men’s health that Brian hadn’t visited.

Back when he told me that, I thought he was just making it up to pressure me into taking over the sanctum. I still remembered the way he used to tap my forehead, half-annoyed. "You're not even on the list. The master chose his heir long before you were born. It's a very special and gifted boy." Could that heir be Max? I didn't waste time. I grabbed my needles again, adjusted the placements, and began breaking the spell. Half an hour passed. It should've worked by now. But he still didn't wake up, and I couldn't hear a heartbeat either.

He froze. Elias’s gaze snapped to him. “By what?” Damian swallowed. “By someone the system classifies as family-adjacent.” The room went silent. Luca’s jaw clenched. “Define that.” Damian hesitated. “Any individual with access to the heir while emotionally bonded.” My chest tightened painfully. Adrian’s voice dropped. “She wrote a protocol to guard Evelyn against love.” Damian nodded reluctantly. “Yes.” Emergency Hallway We moved as a unit down the dark corridor…Luca and Adrian ahead, Elias and Damian flanking me.

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

“I believe in you. I believe that you will end this. That you were meant to end this. And you were meant to be the heir to Uyan Taesil, to rule as wisely, as equally and unjudgementally as our mother. A king to none and queen to all. The sacrificial lamb with a dragon’s heart must learn to roar to win the war. The binding between mankind and brethren lies with a brethren heir to mankind’s kingdom.” “You are the brethren heir to mankind’s kingdom,” I told her. “Everyone gets so focused on the second prophecy that they forget the first. That is who you are, Tarra. That is who you have always been meant to be. The binding between mankind and brethren. The brethren heir to mankind’s kingdom. I d

In the event that the primary heir is unable or unwilling to assume leadership at the designated time, succession proceeds as follows. She read the paragraph three times. Kira's name in a governance document. Heir designation. Formal, binding, council-registrable. Her daughter was fifty-four days old. She put the charter in the review folder and went to check on Kira. The nursery was quiet. Kira was awake in the crib, tracking the small mobile that Lyanna had hung above it—simple wooden shapes that moved with the ventilation. She stood over the crib and looked at her daughter. "Primary heir," she said. Quietly. Testing the words.