Heir/Heirness Novels & Stories

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.

“No priestly confinement. No isolation. No rituals conducted without my consent.” “And hers,” Lyra added quietly. The council erupted. “This is madness—” “You cannot shelter her from destiny—” “The mate bonds are breaking—” “That’s enough,” I growled, letting my wolf bleed into my voice. The walls seemed to lean inward under the pressure. “If the realm is fracturing, it’s because you keep trying to force ancient systems to obey your fear.” The words tasted like treason. Cian’s eyes darkened. “If she is the Heir, Alpha… then the realm may not survive her defiance.”

“You are cured then Sir, your ailments?” “Of course I’m not,” he snapped, limping across the soft oriental rugs to gaze out of my white sash windows. “I need an heir for the Tarrick Estate to avoid it going down my hateful brother’s line.” With a shuddering cough he added. “We know these cures aren’t working, and you aren’t getting any younger.” Riled inside at the idea of four-and-twenty being considered old by the withered grey man before me I nodded vacantly.

I ask, curious how things will go if the council meeting is a dud. "Passing over the throne is different from a forced takeover. If we beat our parents during a duel for the throne, it automatically becomes ours. As an heir, the throne is our birthright which means it can be given to us when we come of age. Coming of age in the divine kingdoms means graduating DA."

As someone who grew up in the Toronto pack and who had heard rumblings of distrust toward other packs, including Greater London, I can’t help but feel like a traitor. Like my family. “I didn’t have any intentions at all,” Nathan says with a shrug. “When my father died, I knew I would eventually inherit his brother’s throne. I’m the only suitable heir.” I hold up my hand. “Stop. Back up. Explain ‘suitable’.” He blinks in what appears to be shock. “You didn’t say you were the only heir. You said you were the only suitable one. That means there are others out there. And if there are other heirs out there, that means our reign is threatened.”

"The seers found more than a solution in their calculations tonight. They found a prophecy, buried in the ritual's own shape, that none of us expected." "Tell me." "One day," the king said, "a descendant of my own bloodline will be born carrying the ability to reunite what we are about to shatter. Not to strengthen the curse—the ritual will not allow that. To *choose* its fate. To decide, once and for all, what should be done with what remains of you, after everyone alive tonight has long since died and been forgotten." He held Fenrir's gaze, steady despite everything burning around them. "They will call that descendant the Heir of Ash."

But none were born of them. “This isn’t legacy,” Elias said. “This is evolution.” He leaned closer. Whispered like a man reciting scripture: “Every major syndicate now has access to one strand of the Heir. Let the strongest claim him.” Aria stared. Her fingernails bit into her palm. The child stirred. Not from fear. From heat. From something rising. She stood. And for the first time since labor, her voice carried fury again. "This isn't a game of thrones," she said aloud, blade glinting in the flickering light. "This is a cleansing."