Heir Of Blood Novels & Stories

I pressed a hand to my temple. No. Nope. Absolutely not. There were plenty of Black Hollow problems I had prepared myself for. Gossip. Bad memories. Ex-mate trauma. Possibly mold in the Frost house. Telepathic window monsters had not made the list. The silver-eyed thing leaned closer to the glass. The bloody symbol smeared beneath its hand. The voice came again, colder this time. The blood heir lives. Every muscle in my body locked. Blood heir. The words felt wrong and familiar at the same time, like hearing a name I had forgotten belonged to me.

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."

His mind, however, was replaying the past. He had been ten years old when everything changed. His father, head of the feared Shadow Cartel, was the most powerful mafia leader in the country. Strong, untouchable, respected. Until that night. Until Deluca Dinte. Ryder could still remember standing in the grand hall of their mansion as men carried in his father’s body—cold, lifeless, drenched in his own blood. His mother had collapsed in shock, and Ryder had stood frozen, too young to understand but old enough to feel hatred bloom in his chest.

"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?"

Letting me stand on my own without the safety net I never knew I had. Because of course he had been protecting me. Protecting his daughter's husband. Making sure Maya's marriage had a chance of surviving even while I actively destroyed it. Maya could have destroyed me. Could have taken everything. Instead, she just walked away. Asked for nothing except her freedom. She really did love me once. And I killed that love through three years of systematic neglect. My phone buzzed with an email. An invitation to the Lawson Corporation charity gala. Six months from now. Formal announcement of the heir apparent.

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.

“But you also brought the heir I have waited generations to see.” I stepped forward and kept Lyra behind me while the bond flared hot with warning. “She is not yours to claim,” I told him and every word came out edged with the promise of death. “And neither is our son.” He smiled faintly and gestured to the walls where old tapestries hung, showing wolves bowing to a crowned figure holding a pup wrapped in silver cloth. “The prophecy never said the heir would belong to the pack that carried him,” he said. “Only that he would be born under the Blood Moon and change everything. The Crown has waited long enough.”