Heir Of Blood Novels & Stories

“Before the packs. Before dominance became law.” A cold realization settled in her chest. “That’s why they were hunted,” she said. “Yes.” His voice softened but it didn’t feel kind. “It took centuries to wipe them out.” Lucian swore under his breath. “And now,” the man continued, “you carry something even more valuable than that bloodline.” His gaze dropped again to her stomach. Icarra’s breath caught. “The heir,” he said quietly, “is not just a child.” Her entire body went rigid. “It is the first true Sovereign born in generations.”

“The Virell name does not attract small enemies.” Seraphina swallowed. “I didn’t ask for this.” “No one ever does.” Helena folded her hands. “But now that you’re here, survival depends on understanding your position.” “And what position is that?” Seraphina asked quietly. Helena’s gaze sharpened. “You are no longer invisible.” The words sank deep. “You are carrying the heir to an empire built over generations. That child represents continuity, power, and influence.” “I just want a healthy baby,” Seraphina whispered.

Lyall was my best friend. Being around him was never a burden. But looking back now... I wonder if they ever actually cared about me. Or if they cared about what being close to someone with Alpha blood could give them. The thought hurts more now than it ever did before. Because I understand what it means to be a parent. I'm going to have a daughter. And I already know that I would choose her over everything. I don't care if she's powerful. I don't care if she has magic.

"Yes. I grew it. I brewed it. It is my exact recipe." Kaelen’s golden eyes flared wildly. "You admit it? Then where is she?! Where is the woman who used it on me?!" "How should I know?" I scoffed, slanting a deeply condescending look up at his desperate face. "Do you truly believe I am so naive that I rely solely on the pathetic allowance my father provided, or the meager budget this political alliance offers? "I am the Blood Moon Heir, Kaelen. "I have massive operations to fund, spy networks to maintain, and a royal future to secure.

I gave you the best life. "You had a child out of wedlock and handed him off to a nanny—I raised him for you too. "But what you should never have done was bring your son back and let him bully Cillian. Your family already wronged my daughter once. Now you want to wrong her child too?" My grandfather's face flushed with anger. He slammed his hand on the table. "You said it yourself—those who aren't of the Harrison bloodline don't belong in the Harrison family. So starting today, pack your things and leave. There's no place for bastards in my family."

"Your father was the last known heir. When he died, everyone believed the royal line died with him." He looked at my stomach. "But the old records spoke of something else." "What?" Aldren took a slow breath. "An ancient prophecy." The word sent a chill through the room. Not again, another prophecy, another secret and another destiny I never asked for. He continued. "It said that when the lost heir returned, the blood of Aurelis would awaken again." His eyes met mine. "The heir would survive, and from that heir would come a child who would unite what was broken."

"Oh no! I think I got the very best person for it. You see, I was led to you! I was led to pick you. That is why I know that you're perfect for this. This has always been your destiny." My destiny? The words sounded familiar to Summer. Like someone had said it to her before or she had heard it in her dreams, but she couldn't be too sure. "How? How will I even get into the Queenstrial? I'm not of noble blood." "Like I mentioned earlier, you would be disguised as my granddaughter. No one in the palace has seen her since she was six, they wouldn't recognise her." "And how will I find this gem you talk of?" "I will explain all this in due time. Be patient with me."

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As she fought and clawed at him, Lavinia took the opportunity to lean into the taller girl beside her. "What is this? Where are those girls going?" The taller girl glanced between Lavinia and the crying girl. "Astor is choosing his next batch of meals." "Astor…" That name was familiar to Lavinia. Everyone knew the Astor Family, a Vampire Clan that had control of an entire supply chain of blood. Every vulnerable citizen knew the process. Astor Industries grew and manufactured blood to sell to other vampires, eliminating the need to hunt. But blood does not grow without life. Rumors swirled around that family that they ran farms, raising humans for the slaughter, and selling their blood