Heir Of Aurelian Novels & Stories

I was oblivious to my surroundings as the only thing on my mind was what hermes said to me. FLASHBACK "Yes i am your father" Hermes said in a solemn tone" i Know its hard to believe but theres alot about you that you don't know. You're not who and what you think you are.you think youre 17 years old but you've been alive for over a millennium. Also miss Alicia isn't your mother, at least biologically. You're not human, you're something more than that.And all those greek mythology that you've been taught in school are all true, at least most of them. Most importantly your mum is alive on some unknown is..."

Aurelia cried out, Lucian was beside her instantly, catching her before she hit the stone. “What did you see?” Her breathing came ragged. “She…” Aurelia whispered. “My mother.” Lucian’s body went rigid. “She said the final heir must choose.” Before either could speak the arena doors burst open, General Cassian rushed in, his face grim. “Your Majesty.” Lucian looked up sharply. “What is it?” Cassian’s expression darkened. “The Hunters have breached the eastern border.” Aurelia’s stomach dropped. “They aren’t attacking the kingdom.”

Isla wasn't just welcoming a daughter-in-law; she was passing a torch. "Before we go, there is something I need you to understand," Isla said, her tone shifting to something more profound. "Aurelian is the sole heir. I know he is a triplet, but our family follows a strict line of succession. As the firstborn, he is the leader." Mercy sat back down, the weight of the crown she was about to wear feeling much heavier.

Aurelian concluded. He tapped a single line on the page. Kaelin’s name. Not as adviser. Not as noble. But as issue. A descendant. A rightful heir. The lantern flickered. “They are aware,” someone said hoarsely. “Yes,” Aurelian replied. “And they are deciding whether to use her… or eliminate her.” ⸻ By the time Aurelian returned to Zytherra, the city was awake. Markets stirred. Bells rang. Life continued with deliberate ignorance. He entered the palace through the western corridor, his steps slower now, mask carefully reapplied.

My grandfather asks, looking at me confused. "I'm fine". Answering softly, faking a smile. "Vitor, it's a pleasure to see you again". David speaks greeting my grandfather. "The pleasure is all mine". My grandfather reciprocates. "This is my youngest son, George Conner". Speaks, pointing to the one I thought was my fiancé, making me look surprised. -This is my heir, Thomas Conner. -Speaks pointing to the man I spent the night with. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Montanari". He greets my grandfather with a friendly smile.

"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

It wasn’t a compliment. It was an evaluation. “Why am I here?” Aurelia asked. Rowan gestured toward the sitting area. “Sit.” She didn’t move. “I’d rather stand.” Rowan studied her for a moment. Then nodded slightly. “Very well. Let’s speak plainly.” His gaze moved briefly to Lucian. “The child is Cassian’s son. Which makes him the sole biological heir to the Virell family.” Aurelia’s hand tightened around Lucian’s shoulder.

Rebuilding required a steady hand, and she would not abandon it. Instead, she sent Nathan Cross and Ivy Cross. Alessio noted, privately, that this meant Damian would be sitting across from Nathan again. Damian noted it too. He said nothing. Holt was… complicated. The Holt heir, Aurelian Holt had been summoned. Aurelian did not come. Instead, his father arrived—Lord Edric Holt, the former patriarch. Older now. Thinner. His health brittle enough that even walking into the capital was an act of stubborn pride.

“You’ve turned yourself into this and hidden away in a place this remote. Elena, don’t lie to yourself. You’re avoiding me. You’re punishing me this way, aren’t you?” He stepped forward, trying to close the distance between us, his gaze locked onto mine, intent on breaking the calm on my face. “Look at me. Admit it. You’re just angry. You just needed me to come after you. Needed me to prove it to you…” His words were cut off cleanly by another voice. “So this is the Aurelian family. As rude as rumored.” A figure emerged from the shadow of the colonnade. It was Riven, the young heir of the oldest family in the northern lands.