Novel & Cerita Heir Of Aurelian

Fennel said blandly, “So, the purple chimera born back then was you.” Auric raised his eyebrow and said, “No, you’re wrong. The power of kingship of this purple chimera actually belonged to your sister, but she sacrificed it to help me achieve greatness. Over the years, my fusion with the purple chimera’s source of kingship has become much closer.”

"The eyes, Phineas. You have the eyes of your grandfather. The man who built the very foundations this world sits upon. The man whose cradle you were stolen from." The room went cold. Deader than the dirt Arthur was currently groveling in. "Stolen?" Phineas stepped out from behind Lucian. He ignored the hand trying to pull him back. "The woman you called mother," Aurelius continued, his voice as calm as a funeral. "She didn't find you in a war zone. She took you. She was a nurse in the Aurelius estate during the 2006 uprising. She stole the heir to the most feared bloodline in history to hide you in a backwater pack as a 'placeholder.' She didn't save you. She kidnapped a god and tried to tu

His face became pale. "Then keep it that way." I stepped closer. "Why?" He lowered his voice. "Because that symbol belonged to a bloodline that was supposed to be extinct." My heart pounded. "Which bloodline?" He looked around the archive. "The House of Aurel." The name meant nothing to me. "What is the House of Aurel?" "An ancient Alpha dynasty." Kael's expression became serious. "Historian, choose your words carefully." The old man swallowed. "They ruled long before the current Council existed."

The baby suddenly laughed. A tiny sound. But it carried through every universe. Stars appeared. Dead worlds began blooming. The First End looked terrified. What is his name? Lyra looked down at the baby. A name returned to her. One she had buried beyond memory. Elyon whispered it. Aureon. The First Heir. The child who was supposed to inherit everything before creation had laws. Aiden smiled. Welcome home, brother. Aureon reached toward him. Aiden touched his tiny hand.

A silver-haired man in a butler’s uniform read from a scroll before a large crowd of press members. “On behalf of His Majesty, King Aurelius of the Vespas Monarchy, we extend a formal recognition to Miss Aretha Santon, believed to be the rightful heir to Lady Diamante Lunaria.” “We offer our apologies for the years of hardship she has suffered at the hands of imposters and deceivers. Her suffering shall be honored, her dignity restored.” “The monarchy now issues a public decree, should anyone know the location of the one falsely known as ‘Arla-Rosa Lunaria,’ they are to report her whereabouts immediately. Let the false heiress be brought to justice.” Cedric’s hand gripped the remote so tight

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

Aurelius breathed out as he sped toward her, reaching for the strands of her platinum hair. “Aurelius.” Lynette responded as she smiled and fondled his face. “No? You are not her.” Aurelius stepped backward. “What?” “She never calls me by my name.” Aurelius roared as he shoved Lynette to a tree, she groaned as she looked into his eyes. “I'm sorry.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “You are her descendant, aren't you?” Aurelius demanded. She could see the despair in his eyes and it told her that he fell in love deeply with Claire before she was murdered by Lycanthropes.

Then someone looked at me. “I remember Lady Elara was pregnant before she was captured.” Liora’s face darkened. Lucian’s eyes, however, lit up. “Yes. The child should be seven now.” He looked at me with sudden expectation. “Did you bring the child back? A boy or a girl?” “Mother!” A clear young voice rang through the crowd. My son, Auren Drakon, ran toward me. He was the child Kael and I had after I survived that night, the honored heir of the Supreme Dragonlord.

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

“The first time we met, I had my mask on. I continued to manipulate you, over and over again, until you attacked the temple. I was patient enough to let you produce an heir before I made my move.” “You wouldn’t dare do something like that,” Alpha Kael spat. “It has already been done.” She replied without any change in expression. “And while we are clearing the air—did someone tell you your sons were cursed?” Aurelian’s stomach dropped. He shook his head slowly, hoping he was wrong about where she was going. “How else would I have drawn out the last survivors of the massacre?” she chuckled. “That was simply one piece of the game. The heirs were never cursed. Not once.”