Heir Of Aurelian Novels & Stories

"But I created the blood that flows through your veins." Kael's chest tightened. "You are lying." "I wish I were." The man sighed. "I was once called Lucien. The First Heir." Aster's eyes widened. "No. You are not Aster." Lucien nodded. "No. I came before him." Everyone fell silent. Seraphine closed her eyes. "The First Heir..." She whispered. "...was never Aster." Lucien slowly walked toward Kael. "No. Aster was merely the last guardian. I..." He placed a hand over his own heart. "...was the first."

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.”

"I've handed everything over, Mr. Alex. Also, a high payment to Mr. Brandon, but unfortunately, that mechanic has been buried for a while." Alef's body grew even more tense. "And one more thing." This time, Sebastian moved. He approached the girl who was under tight security. She looked down, visibly trembling in his hands. Sebastian felt like he wanted to hug her tightly to alleviate the fear she held. "The main heir of Group Azure."

"Today you gather for the benefit of our empire. Today as you do everyday you serve our empire. But today I have the pleasure of announcing the return of two children of Rome." He looked towards Hector. Hector knew this was his signal to rise. "I present to you, Hector, son of Aquila, Grandson of our own senator Julian, through his mother Juliana." Aplause rang through the room as he was introduced. An old man then walked towards the center. "My emperor I thank you for bringing back my grandson." He then turned to the other senators and said. "My fellow politicians and nobles, before you all I would like to announce that Hector, my grandson will be my rightful heir."

"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."

Shane did not mind how Henry addressed him. "This is the only way. Are you afraid?" Shane asked. Henry shook his head and sighed. "I'm only afraid that once you leave, I won't be able to take over your responsibility and fail your trust in me." "Don't worry. You can do it. You're Aurelia's Honorable Heir," Shane said. Honorable Heir? Henry smiled bitterly. Meanwhile, a sharp glint flashed in Lucifer's eyes. He laughed and said, "Our old friend, whom we've been with for decades, knows we are here. Let's go and meet him."

The words were so soft they were meant only for me. I felt a flutter in my chest and quickly tried to create some distance. I turned my attention back to Vivienne. “In that apology, he mentioned not having kids?” I asked, gesturing to the man behind me. “If Alaric died childless, how did Lucien’s bloodline continue?” “Alaric was the last of the House of Anjou,” Vivienne explained. “When he passed without an heir, the crown fell to his sister’s child. That is why Lucien’s last name is Aurelien, not Anjou.”

She stumbled up from the sofa, grabbed his arm with both hands, and shook her head frantically. “Damian, listen to me. I did this for you. I did this for the pack.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. Every head turned toward me. “For him?” I said. “You mean you found another man’s child and tried to pass it off as the Vale heir?” Selene flinched as if I had struck her. The elders did not. Their anger came all at once. “Do you understand what fraud against the bloodline means?” Cedric Vale thundered.

Whispers of servants, viewers of the council, I maintained my position, though my heart sank within me. The council chamber was bigger than I used to know in my childhood. The large ceiling, fancy tapestries, and floors made me feel tiny. Councilors were muttering together, when Rowan gave a signal that I was coming. They all stopped at once with the eyes on me. Formally Rowan announced it: "Her Royal Highness, Princess Aurelia Valeon," and bowed slightly. "Heir to the Valeon Kingdom." I smiled, nodded my head, attempting to make myself deaf to the accelerated beat of my heart.