Heir Of Blood Novels & Stories

“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.”

“Because she won, the gods themselves bowed to her. They granted her line their favor. Her blood became their covenant.” My pulse roared in my ears. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” he replied, voice hardening, “that Scarlett carries that same blood. She is the last heir of the Alpha who sealed the Undead.” Cassius went rigid beside me, his expression twisted in a mix of awe and horror. “That’s impossible.”

He holds my gaze and challenges every reason my brain comes up with that he’s here with me tonight for any reason other than he wants to be with me. “So, you’re not a choice of successor. You’re an heir,” he says slowly, as if trying to comprehend what I’m saying. “I’m not just AN heir, Benedict. I’m THE heir,” I say quietly. “What do you mean?” “When my grandfather met my grandmother, his fated mate, he didn’t accept her. He didn't realize that she had Alpha blood. You know how second sons become Betas and second sons of Betas become Gammas, etc?” I ask.

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

This was my whole life and identity they were gonna reveal to me. “Okay, let’s have it. But before you start, I’d like to say, I know I’m a Werewolf and also a witch, apparently y’all like to mix bloodlines every so often and I just happen to be one of the products” I said, then paused to let that sink in. “Y’all should start, first with why people keep referring to me as, the heir. The heir to what, Heir of Quillon they say”. My Father cleared his throat, a clear sign of his discomfort.

If blood ties were so easy to break, there never would have been one in the first place! — How dare you … — I proclaim irritated. — Will I… Be his brother forever? Harika too? …- Oh No! Your Highness started to cry. He sobs as he looks at me with those orange-red eyes. Wait a bit. If you stop to look at the heir, we were pretty much alike, the color of the eyes the shape of our mouths, and his nose … it's running. This is too disgusting, I feel nauseous.

“What the hell are you talking about? I wasn’t shot in my manhood,” he shouted. The man was Brian William, first heir to his family fortune. Although he had been in elite education since a child and had always been taught to conceal his real emotions, Brian couldn’t help cursing as he spoke with this young physician. He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Brian couldn’t hurt this doctor. After all, he was the last doctor specializing in men’s health that Brian hadn’t visited.

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.

Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.