Heir/Heirness Novels & Stories

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

This was my battle and I will fight it alone. “You believe, huh, uncle? I will see how you do that. And who says bastards aren't heirs? I, Jessica Holly, is the heir to this empire. You bow to me!” I snarled at him. He uttered a scoff and dumped the papers on my desk. “These show the conditions to your access as the heir.” He said and I dropped my gaze to the papers. I picked them up and the first line made my legs wobbly. What?

"It's time to remember who you are." The Heir pulsed, a dark, rhythmic song of power. The Vanguard was whole again. And the world was finally, truly, in checkmate.

] Freddie stubbornly glared at me, his neck stiff. "Tyler, you've played tricks to hide Grandma and use her as your support, but I carry the Hales' blood too! What Grandma values isn't which woman gave birth to us—it's that we both have the same father! So even if my mom wasn't married to Dad, I should still be the heir, just like you. You've enjoyed the Hales' glory for years, and it's time to split it." He looked at my grandmother with an obsequious grin.

he asks with a frown that deepens further, and I could swear I could hear the implied words: You don't belong here. I open my mouth to answer, but my gaze shifts past him and is drawn back to Nicole. My heart skips as though he finally noticed me, but instead, I watch as he leans closer to her, lips brushing an ear. She giggles, and he smiles-a smile that makes my skin crawl. A lump of nausea rises in my throat as the reality strikes me-he doesn't see me. Doesn't care at all.

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

She asked with a more polite tone. “It is as what you’ve said.” She transferred her eyes to Carsillion, who moved and slowly opened his eyes, which Ashriel covered with her hands. She is the third grandchild, so why is it that people addressed her as the Heir? What she knew was that Amber WILL be the Heir. “I don’t understand.”

“When did the bond first spark?” “Three nights ago,” I whispered before I could stop myself. His jaw flexed. “And tonight he rejected you.” “Yes.” A long, assessing look passed over his face. “Then congratulations, little wolf,” he said darkly. “You’re carrying an Alpha heir.” The forest seemed to tilt. Heir. The word felt too heavy. Too powerful. Too dangerous. “No,” I breathed. “That’s not possible.” “It is,” he said simply. “And Ironclaw will tear the world apart to claim it.”

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.”

“You might think you have the throne, but even kings follow rules.” “Yeah?” his voice dropped. “And what rule is that?” Grayson stepped in smoothly. “If you think you can just knock up some random girl and parade the baby as your heir, you’re dead wrong.” “Exactly,” Eleanor added. “Your father and our founding laws require more than blood. The heir must come from a family, a union. One you’re committed to. One that reflects our legacy. Not another mistake.” “So what—” Roman scoffed. “You’re telling me I have to secure a family first?”