Heir Of Blood Novels & Stories

What's wrong with your stupid brain, huh? Anna tried to straighten out the situation even though she couldn't control her emotions. 'Tch, you're still denying it. Why? Do you think I can't do it huh? You know it so well that I'm the heir to the Lawson group. You can get all the wealth that I will have once you become mine. So, you just submit to me and don't need much resistance to become mine.' Anna could only continue to stare and look for where all of Liam's crazy thoughts were coming from. Until... 'So tell me, how much would I have to give you, so I have a fucking night with you tonight?'

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

"Do you even know what you are?" Her heart raced. She stumbled back, grabbing a broken chair leg as a weapon. But there was no attacker—just the shadows growing thicker behind her. Twisting. Breathing. And then, from the darkest corner of the room, he emerged. Tall. Lean. Eyes like bleeding stars. A man—no, not a man. A vampire. He looked at her like he’d been waiting for centuries. And then he bowed. "At last," he said. "The Bloodbound Heir returns."

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

Cursed. I pushed myself up from the floor, my chest heaving, as I gazed at the group of elders, tears falling down my cheeks and my voice breaking with every word. "If you can't feel sorry for me, then at least feel sorry for my child. Asher's child The Bloodclaw heir developing inside my womb.” Gasps again started going through the hall at my word, as some started murmuring in suprise, but however, one of the elders narrowed his eyes at me and sneered.

the dark-haired one looked at him with an animal and threatening gleam, "Fenrir is making you pay for all the sins you've committed in a thousand lives with this marriage." Karel laughed happily, releasing bursts of a coffee aroma even if he himself didn't notice it, excited to see his brother so stressed over an omega. "The devil came out of hell to greet mortals. He has black hair, smells delicious, and is your future husband," He patted his back casually, "Congratulations, heir prince; may the moon bless your union with a long and happy married life." Erwin ran his hand over his face and growled lowly. Right now, giving up his title as "Heir prince" doesn't sound so bad.

'But he does know that you've made a will leaving everything to him, all the shares in the bank? David shook his head again. 'Snd after what you've just told me, I am having second thoughts. I need an Heir to carry on after me at the bank and you need a father for your baby. The child will have my blood in his veins afterall, it seems a perfect solution to both our problems, don't you agree? So, Sharon, will you marry me?' She almost thought for a moment that she hadn't heard him correctly and she didn't answer, just looked at him blankly.

“Here, open this and wear it.” Andy takes the box and puts the ring on his index finger. The ring is plain, with a crown engraved on each side. At the front, there is the Blain family symbol of a roaring lion. Andy feels something strange throughout his body when he puts it on; he observes his wounds quickly healing, the blood stops flowing, and he feels his body getting stronger. The wounds heal in seconds! He feels his vision becoming very sharp and hears many faint conversations from various people. “That ring is a must-have for every heir of our family. Only the chosen ones can wear it. It is the key to all facilities and power.”

“I was told to destroy this journal. I refused. Too many lives have been lost because the truth was buried.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the page. Whoever had written this had been afraid. I continued. “The First Blood Heir is not simply an heir to a throne. The child carries blood from two ancient Alpha lines. One line belongs to Blackthorn. The other belongs to a bloodline that the elders believed had disappeared.” I stopped. Blackthorn. Ronan's pack. My heart began beating faster. I read the sentence again. Two Alpha bloodlines. I thought about the portrait.

it lives in the blood! She closed her eyes, shutting out the deafening clash of metal, the roars of the guards, and the terrifying resonance of Caelum’s blades meeting his resurrected brother's sword. She searched the depths of her soul, disregarding her outside conduits, and dove into her ancestral bloodline — the perfect, burning flame, passed down from Queen Aurelia and the old Solar Court.