Heir Of Aurelian Novels & Stories

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.

“No, I dare not. He held my child and wife hostage, even cruelly recorded a video of raping my wife and sent it to me. It's… very immoral, Mr. Blain. I love my family, so reluctantly, I complied with his request.” Sebastian took a deep breath; he asked the governor to go back home and wait there for his son and wife to return. The atmosphere gradually returned to normal, Mr. Bound created that atmosphere. Joan approached Sebastian and Andy. “I'm sorry if I'm being bold and off-topic. The Mythe's messengers often watch you, Mr. Andy, be careful. In my view, Lewis will ally with Bharon, the current ruler of The Mythe.” “Thank you, Jo. I'm glad you conveyed this to me.”

“There is no need to be so wary of Eren. He is from one of the ruling families of the Vampire Kingdom, and it is impossible for him to harm us in any way.” Lucien moved his head, and did not say a single word, except that his hands tightened on Emilia, who was sleeping on his back, while Lucas continued, looking away at the red moon. “He is also the first candidate to be her husband in the future, so there is nothing wrong with some transgressions, but not now, do you understand what I mean?” This time, Lucien pressed Emilia to the point that she moved on his back uncomfortably, but even so, nothing appeared on his face.

I continued, voice steady despite the knot tightening in my chest, “what would’ve happened?” He didn’t answer immediately. “That’s not something the council knows either,” he said finally. “But if I had to guess…” His voice lowered. “You wouldn’t be standing here.” A chill crawled up my spine. “Possession?” I asked. “Ascension,” he corrected. “Which is just possession with prettier language.” I swallowed. “Then she’ll try again.” “Yes.” “When?” Rael’s gaze flicked upward, toward the pale sky. “Soon.” The pendant pulsed faintly in agreement.

“Front page of three entertainment sites. Two business blogs. And one political rag that should absolutely know better.” Zara sent the link. Alicia didn’t open it right away. She already knew what it would be. When she did, the photo stared back at her. Alex’s hand at her waist. Her head tilted toward him. The dance floor lights blurred just enough to make it intimate and undeniable. HEIR TO THE GEORGE EMPIRE REKINDLES ROMANCE WITH FORMER FLAME — SOURCES CONFIRM A CHILD IS INVOLVED Her stomach dropped. “They’re speculating,” Zara continued. “Nothing confirmed. But they’re circling.”

He had the most captivating eyes. I knew that face. Everyone in the Northern territories knew that face. Kael Draven. Heir to the Draven bloodline. Son of the Alpha king himself. And apparently, my mate. “No,” he breathed, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “This can’t be possible.” His words demoralized me. He was going to reject me. And I knew the excruciating pain that a rejection brought. Of course, it was not possible. I was a nobody. Less than a nobody. A condemned witch who would be dead by sunrise, while he was….

"Of course." ​"He wants to merge with them," Kael spat. ​Aurelian shook his head slowly. "I want what was stolen from me." ​Lyra's voice trembled as she clutched the infants closer. "You don't know what you're asking for." ​"I know exactly what I'm asking for." Aurelian fixed his burning gaze on me. "The original Seraphina was the only person powerful enough to close the Veil." He shifted his eyes toward my other self. "And powerful enough to rule it." Finally, he looked at Kael. "Her bloodline carries the missing half of my soul."

"But I'd like you to be part of her life. If you want." Sebastian stared at him for a long moment. Then he took his hand. "I want to." The family gathered that evening in the living room. Isabella stood at the front, Genevieve beside her, the weight of another revelation pressing down on her shoulders. "Aurora is Sebastian's daughter," she said. "Genevieve kept the truth hidden for years." The room erupted in chaos. Ruth stood, her face pale. "Aurora is a Thorn?" "She's a Thorn." Isabella met her eyes. "And she's going to be part of this family."