Heir/Heirness Novels & Stories

I read Sage's notes cover to cover twice before Cassidy came to collect me. The journal was full of cramped handwriting, sketches of ancient symbols, and highlighted passages about Blood Heir abilities. Some of it was fascinating. Most of it was terrifying. Apparently, a fully awakened Blood Heir could not only absorb abilities but also memories, emotions, even fragments of personality. The strongest Blood Heirs in history had been able to command other wolves simply by understanding them completely—knowing their fears, their desires, their weaknesses.

Gracie was the treasured heiress of the Fosters, and Lionel was the precious darling everyone in the family protected. They probably would never recognize that the leading cardiologist sitting before them in glasses was the real heir they had once shut out. "I know you're the top cardiologist in the city. Getting an appointment with you isn't easy. But don't worry. Money isn't a problem. As long as you can save my brother, you can name your price." Gracie held a black card between two fingers and placed it on my desk. I lowered my eyes to it, then looked back at her.

“No succession has been decided.” The High Priestess explained that ancient royal terminology had never been consistent. *Heir* could mean a descendant of the bloodline, a successor, a protected member of the family, or a child connected to some ancient oath entirely separate from any throne. The inscription didn’t necessarily mean my children were destined to inherit Silverfang. I felt relief at the distinction. “They will not be given a destiny,” I said firmly, “simply because someone carved words into wood centuries ago.” She agreed completely.

Some of the most commonly known types of heirlooms in the world of swordsmanship are the Forbidden Heirloom, the Matchless Heirloom, the Cursed Heirloom, and the existence of which is still being debated is the Heavenly Relic. Forbidden Heritage is a term for heirlooms that have great abilities but must be redeemed with great sacrifice or risk if they have them. The Matchless Heirloom is the most commonly contested heirloom among warriors because its prowess is not accompanied by great risks and sacrifices. Meanwhile, the Cursed Heirloom is a term for several heirlooms that have the power to bring bad luck.

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

Cassian asked, and he nodded with a smile. "You won't have to marry her or anything like that, just choose a woman who isn't materialistic and doesn't crave too much attention, as it could bring us significant problems in the future," he said, shrugging and taking the papers from his son's hands. "Why all of this?" Cassian asked, indignant with his father's attitude. "I want you to have an heir," he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

As Kyle filled Antonette in on everything he knew about the family, Antonette listened patiently, raising an eyebrow here and there at certain interesting pieces of information. Once Kyle was finished, they got into analyzing what he had said. “Since it depends on everyone’s own power and ability, you still have a good chance, Kyle,” Antonette said reassuringly. Kyle scowled, still doubtful of their success. “To some extent, you’re right. But most of the financial resources and power of our family are under the control of Brian's father. It is difficult for me to stand out. Moreover, Brian is the default inheritor.” Antonette grinned evilly.

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.

Her voice was gentle, careful and almost angelic. The board members murmured in admiration. “What a thoughtful sister.” “She’s so fair.” “Clara really has a leadership spirit.” Nina wanted to scream. Instead, her heart cracked. Because three months ago, the Brooks family had made a decision that changed everything. Since the family had no sons, their entire legacy depended on their daughters. To secure the Brooks empire, their parents set two conditions for choosing the next heiress: Each daughter must present a business proposal strong enough to elevate the family business…

He has watched her growth and development until now. Even though Nun wasn't a real human, he had a pretty warm demeanor like an ordinary person. His great-grandfather made Nun the most special by programming his brain using human DNA. "Does Young Master want to have dinner?" Gabrielle nodded. "I'll go downstairs after cleaning myself up," Gabrielle replied as she walked into the elevator. I understand. He nodded towards his Young Master before the elevator doors closed. "Prepare dinner for Young Master. In an hour the food should be ready on the table!" Nun ordered the servants.