Heir/Heirness Novels & Stories

he said to Lyra, “then there is a third option.” Everyone looked at him. Lyra narrowed her eyes. “There is no third heir.” Kairos’s gaze did not waver. “No.” He looked at me. Then at Kael. “Not heir.” He turned back to Lyra. “Anchor.” Confusion rippled through the clearing. “What are you talking about?” I asked. Kairos’s voice dropped. “If two heirs cannot Ascend in opposition without fracturing the land…” He stepped closer to the boundary line. “Then one must step outside the bloodline.”

“You don’t have to chase power when it walks its pregnant little feet back to your door.” My stomach clenched. Pregnant. Little feet. She paused, listening. “The heir is the key,” she said, softer now, intent sharpening. “The Lunaris heir resonance gives us leverage over wolves *and* over the Tribunal. Bloodline on our side means we stop playing by their rules and start writing new ones.” Lunaris heir resonance. Something cold threaded through my ribs, sharp and metallic, like my own blood recoiling from the idea. I curled my hands over my belly without thinking, fingers splaying protectively.

“But Caleb, that’s utterly barbaric. There’s no way that can possibly still be legal.” “I agree that it’s barbaric, yes, but it is still legal because of the biological implications. You see, the death of an Alpha’s Heir—the heir that has not only been legally accepted by the Alpha, but also biologically imprinted on each other by one another’s wolves—can drive the father mad. He would become a rogue whether he likes it or not, and whoever kills the King’s heir would be instantly recognized by all wolves, on a primal and undeniable level, as their new leader.”

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

he admitted quietly. "I thought power meant control, that strength meant standing alone, that divinity set us apart rather than calling us to serve. But watching what our daughter has built with Lysander, with Maria and Elias, with all these good people—I understand now that we were never meant to rule over the world. We were meant to work with it, to nurture it, to help all beings find their own light." Hera leaned her head against his shoulder, a gesture of intimacy that few had ever witnessed.

"Dad, hurry up and have Cillian sign the papers—transfer the shares to Arthur. "Oh, and since Cillian is not really a Harrison, he shouldn't be allowed to take a single thing that belongs to the family. No house, no car, nothing. "After all, why should a bastard get to benefit from Harrison property?" All eyes turned to my grandfather. In the dead silence, he slowly spoke. "Cillian is my one and only biological grandson. The shares in his name do not need to be transferred to anyone."

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.”

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

I wanted to share the news with Damian and bring him with me. My mother agreed. She gave me their numbers and sent me back. I walked home with my heart racing, already imagining his face when I told him everything. But the moment I reached the door, I heard voices inside that made my blood run cold. “Sign it tonight,” Catherine said sharply. Then Damian answered, low and tense, “How am I supposed to explain this to Serena? I’m afraid she’ll refuse to let go.” Catherine’s voice rose at once. “What exactly are you afraid of? You are the only direct heir of the Vale bloodline. This pack is still waiting for your successor. Selene is already carrying a pup. Are you not going to give her proper s

But at the same time, I become wary about the future. My father just said I was the heir to this family. But I do not know anything about the underground world. Also, I’ve almost died twice now. The necklace. I left it back in the other house. If I’m allowed to pack my clothes. I’ll keep that necklace and ask what is it really about. I don’t think it’s just a normal necklace that Hannah wore.