Heir Of Aurelian Novels & Stories

Aurelian sneered. Darius nearly choked, making Aurelian briefly consider killing him for good. Then remembered it would create paperwork. The idea immediately became less appealing. Meanwhile, the elders continued speaking... Unfortunately. "Your highness... Lady Evelynn of the Northern Clans remains an excellent candidate." "No!" Aurelian groaned out the answer. "Princess Seraphina of the Eastern Coalition..." "No!" Again, he rejected before the elder could finish. "Lady Rosaline..." "No!" "Duchess Helena..."

"Your father was the last known heir. When he died, everyone believed the royal line died with him." He looked at my stomach. "But the old records spoke of something else." "What?" Aldren took a slow breath. "An ancient prophecy." The word sent a chill through the room. Not again, another prophecy, another secret and another destiny I never asked for. He continued. "It said that when the lost heir returned, the blood of Aurelis would awaken again." His eyes met mine. "The heir would survive, and from that heir would come a child who would unite what was broken."

'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!'

“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.

But then again, he didn't have expert knowledge on the recent happenings, so he was forced to agree. “They’re calling it Luna’s Wrath,” he continued. “They’re wrong.” A chill slid down my spine. “Then what is it?” Rael stepped closer, voice dropping. “Inheritance.” The word struck harder than any accusation. I laughed once. It was sharp, brittle. “I don’t come from anyone important” He keeps forgetting I'm an orphan. “You don’t know where you come from,” he corrected. The room trembled. Not physically, but inside me. The light flared in response, climbing my arms in thin silver veins.

“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.”

“Aurelian—” “They laugh, Vael.” His voice rose. “They whisper about what I am in your bed. They say I smell of you. That I was tamed.” The words hit like a blade sliding under my ribs. “You should have killed him,” he said suddenly, his voice trembling. “You should have cut off his head the way you did my friend. I remember the fire. I remember crawling through ash while my father’s crown melted beside me. I remember my peoples cry begging to be saved. And now I sit beside the beast who did it, smiling like a fool while they call me your—”

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of a world that had moved on without him. "He'll never stop hunting us," Vivian said one evening, sitting by the fire in the new house. Her sister, Elena—the other Elena—lived with her now, healing from years of captivity. "Men like him don't know how." "Then we'll be ready," Riley said. "We'll always be ready. That's what an heir does—protects what was given." --- The second anniversary of Tata Pedro's death fell on a rainy Tuesday. Riley woke before dawn, kissed Kyle's sleeping shoulder, and walked to the orchard alone. The rain was soft, warm, the kind of rain that made things grow.

Her hair fell loose around her shoulders, her feet bare against the cold stone. Chiron howled. I forced myself to look away, dragging my gaze back to her face with effort that left my jaw aching. “Don’t,” I said flatly. She swallowed. “We need to talk.” “No,” I replied coldly. “There’s no need.” She flinched, but I continued before she could speak. “You are right. Aurelian is not my son. He is your son. And Fael’s heir. My nephew.” I took another drink. “But everything I have done—every decision I have made—was for his safety. And for yours.”