Heir Of Blood Novels & Stories

Her fingers shook as she unrolled the ancient paper, the ink blurred at the edge but readable. "Leya, if you are reading these words, you have to hear me out. You are not what you think you are. My friend, your father—was something more than that. He was my brother. And you. you are the last living heir of the Cassian Bloodline. Harrison finds out—it's only one decision he can make. And if he makes the incorrect one—he kills you." Leya's breath caught. Cassian. She had seen the name on Harrison's files, hidden away in his office.

To the line we began when I first looked down and thought, “Perhaps, if I put some of Myself in fur, the world will hurt less.” Luna’s throat tightened. “I am not the first,” she said. *No,* the Goddess agreed. *Others have carried pieces. Seris. Ashar. The wolf you are descended from who refused to light the pyre too soon. They all bore shards. You… carry a fuller pattern. You are both Me and not. That is what an Heir must be.* Luna let her hand fall from the Stone. “This is not a ceremony,” she said. “Not with elders and crowns and incense.”

“They’re lighting up. Not attacks. Signals.” I felt it again. Stronger. “Howls,” I said softly. “Far away.” The man stared at me. “You hear them too?” “Yes.” Kieran closed the door slowly. “Other packs?” “All of them,” the man replied. “Even the ones we thought were dead.” Silence fell. The healer crossed herself. “An heir,” she whispered. “Born under bargain and blood.” “Not an heir,” I said. “A child.” The man swallowed. “They won’t see it that way.”

Chapter 125 LOUIS "The shadow showed me. People in dark rooms. A mean lady with a knife. They said they need my blood for something. And there was someone else in there, just like me, but they were hurting him and nobody was stopping them." I looked up at him. "Dad, they said I'm an heir. To a bloodline. What does that mean?" Dad's expression went through about six different feelings really fast. Then it settled on something scary—not scary for me, but scary for whoever he was thinking about.

“They are born once in generations. Feared by Alphas. Uncontrollable. Unclaimable.” Amber’s chest tightened painfully. Unclaimable. Her father’s words echoed. Something he couldn’t control anymore. Her fingers trembled slightly. “This is… me.” The realization hit slowly. But deeply.bShe wasn’t just different.bShe was rare. Dangerous. Feared. Her eyes scanned further down. And then… She saw her name. Amber froze. Completely. Like her body had stopped working. “Amber Chris — Last known heir of the Silver Bloodline.” The world tilted. Her breath left her lungs. “What…?”

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

A mother’s voice rang out, sharp and trembling as she faced them. “I will never…I will never sacrifice her!” A cold and commanding voice of an old man, cut through the room. “For two hundred years, our family has fed on female blood. It is tradition. It is necessary.” The mother’s hands shook as she gripped the tiny figure of her daughter. “No… this is not her fate. she’s just a child! How can you all be so cruel?!”

She was perfect. I told her a tidbit about myself, hiding my background of course. If I’m doing this, I’m doing it without my father’s influence. I don't want anyone to find out that I’m the heiress of Valen Group and the only daughter of Sebastian Valen. My Dad will probably have a fit if he learned that I’m here for modeling casting. I had to lie to him earlier that I was meeting up with a friend.

“What’s up with the sword behind you?” Seeing that Philip was carrying a sword, Hardy asked suspiciously. “This sword belonged to the guy who made the first move. It’s no ordinary sword. I’ll take good care of this sword for him.” As he spoke, Philip patted the hilt of the sword. Elder Whitmore said with tears running down his face, “Claire’s ability was inherited from her father’s bloodline. It’s heaven’s grace that I was able to see it again in my lifetime.” “The power of her father’s bloodline? For her to explode with such power and defensive ability, it’s not an overstatement to say it’s likely Grade A.”

Not as big as Daltons - Aksala barked a laugh. I joined her, laughing through my panting breaths. “Not as big as Daltons,” I rasped out loud. Hunter paused, leaving his hand slack around mine. “Who the f.uck are you?” Who am I? I am the last living heir of The Blood Moon Pack. I am my parent's daughter. I am rage. I am fire. I am anger. I am all those things at once. Alpha blood runs through me, and I will not back down.