Heir Of Aurelian Novels & Stories

“The ceremony will be held. He would get mated but not to Hazel. He is getting mated to the daughter of Alpha Steve, Stephanie.” “What do you mean?” She looked at her husband, then at her son, then at her husband again. “Hazel is his mate” “No, she is not. She is not his mate.” Seven watched on as his parents debated. His heart was heavy. He could not imagine what was going to happen. Was it worth it? Just for his father’s love and approval for the throne, he had to lose his lover and from the look of things, was he going to lose his mother again?

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped forward and lowered himself into a deep bow before Mother, his posture carrying neither fear nor obligation, only the profound respect of a man finally standing before the one he had long wished to meet. "I am Aurelian," he said, his voice steady despite the emotion quietly woven through it. "In the mortal realm, I have lived as Lucretius Franciosa." Only then did he lift his head. "It is my greatest honor to finally meet you, Moon Goddess." A gentle silence followed before he continued. "And..." His gaze briefly found mine, softening with the same devotion I had come to know so well. "...thank you." Mother regarded him with quiet curiosity. (For

Immediately, his face turned dark. “I don’t need you to remind me!” His facial muscles contorted in anger. Seeing Kyle was wavering, Antonette continued to exert herself. “Kyle, if you want to make something better in your life, I can give you a hand, as long as you help me to prove my identity. I guarantee I’ll support you to contend with Brian for the position of heir to the William throne. “Enough with this, it’s all empty promises.” Kyle slowly turned around. Only indifference was left on his face.

I just wanted to get this whole merger deal over with. "He wants you to convince them changing some of the terms will be better for both parties. Have Leandro sign the revised contract within this month," Ricchar said, referring to the more successful Tomassini heir, Enzo's older brother, Leandro. The guy could very well replace the dying Luciano Tomassini soon.

she declared firmly, her own golden eyes carrying obvious, fierce determination despite everything frightening yesterday's confrontation had already required her personally confronting throughout this remarkable, extended conflict. Lord Aurelian's attention shifted immediately toward our daughter, obvious calculating interest evident throughout his unsettling, considerable expression despite the tension still surrounding our entire, exposed confrontation. "The bloodline's true heir," he observed slowly, "considerably more valuable than I originally anticipated given everything my own organization's careful, extensive research already suggested regarding your remarkable, inherited potential."

I let my housekeeper’s son, Blake Livingston, stay at my house. Instead, he went to school and stole my identity, pretending to be me. One afternoon, our housekeeper, Fanny Livingston, brought food to school. When I reached for one of the containers, Blake said sarcastically, "Finn, this is the food my family’s housekeeper made for me. I may treat you like a brother, but that doesn’t mean you can just help yourself." Listening to our classmates whisper about me, I knew that in my previous life, I would have simply walked away. I wouldn’t even have bothered explaining myself. Unfortunately for him, I’d been reborn. Right in front of everyone, I dumped his lunch over his head. "You stay i

Before she could move, Aurelian raised a hand. “He’s being looked after. Don’t frighten him.” Seraphina looked at him with open disbelief. “You kidnapped my child, and now you’re concerned about frightening him?” Aurelian’s expression remained calm. “I didn’t bring him here to harm him.” “Then why?” “Because his life is in danger, and neither of you understands why.” Darius stepped forward. “Explain.” Aurelian poured himself a drink. “Your mother knew this day would come. She spent years trying to keep the family history buried.”

At the center sat the network hub — a pulsing, oily mass of shadow and stolen crescent light. And there stood Aurelian. He looked like a man made of glass that had been shattered and glued back together. Blood stained his fine clothes, and his eyes were no longer dark; they were voids, leaking an ink-like substance that vanished before it hit the floor. “You came,” Aurelian said. His voice was a rattling echo, stripped of its former elegance. “The heir and the anchor. Together at the funeral of a dream.” “It wasn't a dream,” I said, stepping forward, my silver light flaring to meet the dark. “It was a prison.”

My father, Caelion, was the High King of the Three Realms, and my mother was Aurelia, goddess of the sun. As their only son, I was meant to inherit my father’s throne. But my sisters became so absurdly infatuated with Corvin, a lowly sparrow from the mortal world who had assumed human form, that they allowed him to pass himself off as me. Father held my coming-of-age feast at the Silvermere Palace. There, he presented me with the Atlas of Dominion. Corvin had snatched it from my hands and sneered. “I will take your place on the throne.” A murderous rage stirred inside me. In the original timeline, I had swallowed every insult for the sake of my family, only for them to join forces and m