Heir Novels & Stories

'Anna, you-‘ 'And listen, I don't need your help! so, just ignore me, I'm just your servant, never be more than that, especially your bitch!' Anna said in a cold tone. And her words were more than enough to make Liam completely silent and stunned by it. She immediately left with emotional steps, leaving Liam behind. And after Anna left, came from behind Liam, the sound of clapping and very loud laughter. ‘HAHAHA’ 'Wow, what an amazing scene! So dramatic! Liam Lawson, the young master and THE HEIR of the Lawson group, was just rejected by a servant, hahaha!'

Kael remained stoic, but his grip on his glass tightened until his knuckles turned white. "Over the next six months," Robert announced, his voice ringing with authority. "You three will compete. You will be given projects, responsibilities, and challenges. I will be watching. I will be judging. And at the end of those six months... one of you will be named the Heir." The room erupted into chaos. Cameras flashed. Reporters scrambled. But Riley couldn't hear anything. She looked at Bella, whose face had turned a dangerous shade of red with rage and excitement. Then she looked at Kael.

This was my whole life and identity they were gonna reveal to me. “Okay, let’s have it. But before you start, I’d like to say, I know I’m a Werewolf and also a witch, apparently y’all like to mix bloodlines every so often and I just happen to be one of the products” I said, then paused to let that sink in. “Y’all should start, first with why people keep referring to me as, the heir. The heir to what, Heir of Quillon they say”. My Father cleared his throat, a clear sign of his discomfort.

"The child *is* the mistake, Kei. The biggest mistake of all." "This child is my heir."His voice hardens, Alpha authority bleeding into every word. "My future heir." *Heir.* Not child, not baby. *Heir.* A possession. A successor. I let out a sound that's half laugh, half sob. "I don't care." "You will." "No." I stare directly into his eyes. "I won't." Then I turn toward the doctor. The poor man looks seconds away from passing out. "Doctor." His eyes widen. "Your Highness—"

Heir-Hunters were Crown weapons bred for one purpose only, to find and kill any pup born outside the bloodline rules and right now his entire focus was locked on my stomach. He lunged straight at me and the last thing I saw was Kael roaring my name as the monster closed the distance.

I cut off one of the elders and added, “What you sought is an heir. Here he is. But let me be loud and clear. Lillian will be my only Luna and no one else!” “Keegan! Have you gone mad?!” Mom shouts. “Alpha Keegan, look at the little one in your arms. The Goddess has already spoken, and an heir is born. That’s your bloodline,” One of the Elders sternly says. “And that’s exactly why I said he’ll be my heir. It’s no rocket science. A heir and a Luna are two different things.” Elders give each other a look while Sienna’s cries echo in the background.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

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.”

Immediately, his face turned dark. “I don’t need you to remind me!” His facial muscles contorted in anger. Seeing Kyle was wavering, Antonette continued to exert herself. “Kyle, if you want to make something better in your life, I can give you a hand, as long as you help me to prove my identity. I guarantee I’ll support you to contend with Brian for the position of heir to the William throne. “Enough with this, it’s all empty promises.” Kyle slowly turned around. Only indifference was left on his face.

“Shame. But I am sure there’s a way I can get more details. It doesn’t explain why you would want the king dead.” “He has been looking into something he shouldn’t,” he says, then pauses to look at me. “What kind of things?” “An heir” “heir? I know the next in line is the prince, so why would he be—” “Your heir. A Snowpack Heir” I stilled. My heart is pounding so hard. “Yes. You have a little Nephew Luna Katrina,” he says as I swallow hard, getting up from the chair. Everything becomes drowsy. It’s like a rug was pulled from under my feet. A nephew? That’s not possib