Heir Of Carthage Novels & Stories

The moment my mother in-law uttered that word, I coughed so hard and almost choked on the food I was eating. The Heir reveal is like a ritual that every legitimate son of the Seattle's must partake in to be legible for a part in the will of Mr Seattle. This was like a dream come true for Kai since he was the only one without a child amongst his brothers and to add to his joy, he's the first to have a male child.

Just when we thought it was all over he began with something else. "I am old and stricken in age but I still rule my empire. It was founded on Fiorella's blood and I can't afford to disappoint her until the day I die. This however does not mean I should not prepare well for me exit. Therefore, during this beautiful occasion, I have decided to name my heir apparent. The one who will succeed me as the capo de grande of Banda Della…" father continued but he was interrupted by an applause. When the noise ceased, he continued.

However, what about Alef? What did her uncle want here? A fleeting memory of the day the will was read flashed back in her mind. Alef Walker and Aunt Larasati remained silent. They only observed and listened carefully during the final decision, when Group Azure was temporarily handed over to Sebastian Sachdev before eventually being transferred back to Fathia. When she came of age and had completed her education. That was the plan, but everyone knew that the sole heir of Group Azure was no longer alive.

Selene stood beside him, their child cradled in her arms, their future wrapped in silk embroidered with the sigils of their ancestors—a mark of power, of permanence, of a lineage that would never fade. She exhaled slowly, lifting her chin, her voice carrying through the night. "You have fought beside us, bled for this empire, secured a dynasty that will last beyond any single ruler." The crowd stood silent, reverent, waiting. "Now, you will witness the next step in our legacy." Darius took a step forward, his gaze sharp, his voice undeniable as he announced the heir’s name. "Cassian Valen Ashen—our son, our future, your ruler."

It took five breaths before she reopened them and they looked normal. She collapsed back in the chair with a look of exhaustion and triumph, like someone who had just won a life-or-death fight at great odds. “He has an heir. It’s a she-wolf who has been working with him for some time over two years.” I perked up feeling my own heart beginning to race. The damn spy had been holding something important back. An heir. This whole time he had an heir. We had been operating on the idea that he was the last in line and that would make them weaker, but no wonder his people were fighting so strongly. They had a future once he was gone.

Nathaniel answered. "Okay, I'll do just that." His mom responded. Few seconds later his father's voice came up. "Hello Nathan, what is it?" "Dad. I have something important I need to tell you." Nathaniel sounded urgent. "What is it? Hope there is no problem with my company?" His father asked. "No, I want to take a leave. I.. I have something important to do back in Washington. You know Isabella Asher Queen right? The current heir of Queens empire?" Nathaniel asked.

"Have Zoey summon all our allied clans," he ordered. "I don't want a single pack missing from tomorrow's rites. Under the bloodshot supermoon, the son of Viktor Ashworth, grandson of the legendary Magnus, will shift at full power and become the most formidable Alpha in recorded history. Mark my words, Jabari—it will be a sight that rewrites our people's understanding of strength." His eyes blazed with absolute conviction, with the unshakable pride of someone who had never truly been challenged. "Yes, Master Ashworth,"

“I spent so long chasing ghosts. Now I have a future—with you.” She kissed his collarbone trailing down right over his heart. “We mourn the fallen tomorrow. Tonight, we remember we’re still building.” Healing came gradually. Memorials for lost soldiers and allies. The silence of the night where Damien held her through nightmares of blood and war. Shared dinners where Romnick’s jokes erupted laughter from tired gazes. The empire stabilize. Yet in the final strategy meeting, a subtle shadow loomed. A single message binged from unknown numbers. The Heir had been chosen and crowned. Watch the bloodline from far and near.

I wasn't even sure my heart was beating. "Androkles?" She asked, unsure. Then her eyes widened. Her hand withdrew from mine, and she held both hands to her chest in shock. It had all finally clicked in her mind. The same Androkles Olympians whispered about and a name she probably heard more than once since arriving in the capital, often in distaste or fear. I'm Androkles, son of Nikos, son of the previous Lord Zeus, heir to Ares, the Destroyer.

Carter replied humorously, desperately trying to recover after his face had flushed bright red, “I’m pretty sure we can do this.” The golden metallic talaria wings sparkled in the afternoon sun as they peaked over Hermes’s head. He was standing in front of Natasha. “I know you really wanted to come with us but. . .” “Yeah, I get it, really. Someone has to keep Atlanta safe.” Hermes nodded with a brief smile and was about to turn and leave before Natasha added. “How do you know that I'm actually the Heir to the gods?” Hermes was silent for a while before finally responding, carefully choosing which words to use and not give anything crucial away—at least not yet.