Heir Of Blood Novels & Stories

“I’ve watched. I’ve waited. And now… we meet. Finally.” The sound of his voice sent cold shivers down my spine, I could feel the shiver ripple through the trees as well, as though even the forest recognized him. Dorian stepped forward slightly, fists tight. “Who are you? What do you want?” The Heir’s gaze shifted to me. Slowly. Intentionally. Maybe a little menacingly as well. His eyes softened, though only just enough to be unsettling. “ You know who I am, but I’ll give you a hint, nonetheless. I am the consequence of the blood forgotten. The echo of a family erased.”

The mockery at the corner of Gracie's mouth hadn't even faded, leaving her lips slightly parted. Lionel's face went as white as the walls around us. Even the old woman stopped crying and looked around helplessly. The livestream comments froze for about two seconds before erupting. [Adopted son? Theo is the adopted son of the legendary Dr. Reid?] [He's the heir to Reid Medical Group?]

“You think you’re the only one who has to deal with this? This isn’t some dream come true. It’s a nightmare.” I stepped forward, leaning in close, lowering my voice even further, knowing I was pushing her to the edge. “You’re not going to trap me with a kid. I won’t let you. If you want this to end, you’ll take them.” Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t back down. “No,” she whispered, voice cracking with defiance. “I won’t do it. I want this baby, Nicole. I want us to be a family.” I sneered at her words. Family? This wasn’t a family. This was a prison.

Like something ancient and cruel has stepped into a place it was never meant to exist. “Bloody witch hunters,” Alpha Kieran growls, his body already shifting slightly, claws lengthening. “Get out of here, Destiny. Now.” The figure turns toward us and I feel it. I know the moment the black beady eyes peering out through the armor looks out at me and a surge of recognition passes through. “Heir of the Golden Blood. At last you’ve been found." The Hunter's voice is distorted, like it's been layered with something deeper, something inhuman.

I read Sage's notes cover to cover twice before Cassidy came to collect me. The journal was full of cramped handwriting, sketches of ancient symbols, and highlighted passages about Blood Heir abilities. Some of it was fascinating. Most of it was terrifying. Apparently, a fully awakened Blood Heir could not only absorb abilities but also memories, emotions, even fragments of personality. The strongest Blood Heirs in history had been able to command other wolves simply by understanding them completely—knowing their fears, their desires, their weaknesses.

I say, seeing which papers that idiot was looking at. "I'm not a peeper". Speaks sitting in the chair facing my desk. "I just don't understand why you feel so much hatred for him". "Don't you understand?" I ask louder, not believing what I had just heard. "You are the daughter and heiress of businessmen, fairy tales don't exist for any of us". She answers seriously. "You should be happy because he's young, he's hot, and you have an overwhelming chemistry. I'm still recovering from what I saw". She says, shaking herself with a smile.

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

"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."

"You thought I'd let them near her?" "I thought you'd have no choice." Her voice cracked. "You were the heir, Alec. Your father controlled everything. The Council would have taken one look at a half-blood bastard and—" "Don't." The word was sharp. "Don't call her that." "That's what they would have called her." Maya's hands were shaking now. "Right before they decided whether to take her from me or kill her outright." The truth of it hung in the air between them, ugly and undeniable.

“Kiara… it’s focused on you. Everything… every ounce of its power, every plan it’s all directed at you!” My wolf growled, silver energy flaring uncontrollably. I tried to push forward, to strike but the darkness itself moved faster than thought, radiating a force that made my blood run cold. I felt something in the depths of the darkness… recognition. A flicker. My lineage. My ancestors. The Blood Heir. “You… Blood Heir…” the darkness rumbled, voice like a thousand storms, shaking the cavern. “…you will not control me.” Theodore growled, claws slashing golden arcs through the air. “Kiara… now!”