Heir/Heirness Novels & Stories

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.”

I said quickly, putting my own glass down to offer my handkerchief and refill his glass. “It’s a damned shame. It’s a form of torture you know. They should introduce it to the army for discipline. Put a woman as fine as my wife in front of you yet you cannot do a damn thing. Well you can still give them a beating but it’s not the same as…perhaps once the heir arrives, once her health becomes irrelevant…” his voice trailing away. “It must indeed be a trial Your Grace,” my mouth drying up in distaste.

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."

“A sexist law that only changed when Alpha Alec’s mate bore twin daughters?” “If Katrina’s wolf had awakened when she came of age, the law would have been abolished immediately since Katrina was born first. However, as her wolf did not awaken, the title went to my son and Alexander, the beta heir title.” Alec defended. “Not that you have a leg to stand on; you are the seventh or eighth child. Alfred had five healthy and capable daughters he could have named his heir. He'd have left your pack with no heir if you and your brothers hadn’t been born. And no heir brings the danger of rogues and other packs looking to take over.” Alec narrowed his eyes in the mirror, yellow starting to seep in as

“But why are they searching for me… I did nothing to them.” Ophelia paused, then said quietly, “You are the heir. You’re the Alpha of Nightshade.” The word hit harder than anything else. Is he an heir? He felt it… something curled in his chest. Something unfamiliar. His fingers twitched as he shook his head slightly.

"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?"