Heir Of Carthage Novels & Stories

“Though not really the King, It was about the role, the crown and the benefits that comes with it. But her heart belonged to someone else. A man whose name was Kael. She was shocked. “The rebel?” I nodded positively. “That was the leader of the Saerinthian insurgence, the most feared, brilliant and dangerous. And yet….he loved her. “So Alaric….” She was unable to complete the sentence. “Alaric is the son of a ghost whose history has been erased. I finished for her. She faced the wall. “Then he must know this.” “And put the kingdoms in disarray?” I inquired. “There would be chaos. All the alliances that we have built and maintained over the years would be broken.

It was hard for him to digest, his father was under the impression that Craenia had made a political deal with Asmax keeping ulterior motives, and yet he had agreed to it, handing it to him on a silver platter, and sending one of his messengers among the crew with exact orders to deliver the letter only once he knew everyone in the family, as if he wanted him to judge for himself before he knew anything else. "Michelle."suddenly said Cedric, Axe turned to see him with a frown. "What." "Michelle Noir, she was your father's sister and the omega of the former heir,"he blurted out quickly, pursing his lips smacking his fingers."What was her name?." Axe turned fully towards him and walked over. "

Carter doesn't want to hurt anybody, especially Chelsey. She is a good girl and she is his sister. But his grandparents were pushing him and brainwashing him that he should be the only heir of their father, Rouge. He plans not to take over all of Rouge's wealth. He would still give a 20% share to Chelsey. He still had a little conscience after all. His grandparents are manipulating Carter to get all the wealth of Rouge and leaving nothing to Carina and Chelsey. But then Carter found out that Carina and Chelsey were such good people and, somehow, he felt a little guilty about what his grandparents wanted him to do with Carina and Chelsey.

Happiness in the wrong direction can be harder to leave than misery you already know how to carry. But I could not remain. The child had to be brought back. You had to be brought back. The answer did not lie only in your birth. It lay in what you would later become and where you would one day stand when the war returned. So I left. I left knowing he would never forgive me. Not truly. Not after I carried his offspring. His heir.” *** The word made me stop breathing. Heir. My fingers tightened on the edges of the journal so hard the old paper creaked faintly. His heir. Not merely daughter. Not merely child. Heir.

“Or perhaps… a warden, and afterwards she refined them.” A chill moved down my spine. “Refined from what?” I asked quietly. Cian’s gaze flicked to the window, where pale daylight filtered through. “Something older. Wilder. Unstructured.” My heart beat harder, “The Lost Bloodline.” His silence was enough confirmation. “In the fragments that survived,” he continued carefully, “there are references to cycles, to an age before the Moon’s dominion, when power was not centralized.” “Centralized?” I echoed.

Because of what the connection whispered next. The Lost Heir has returned. The words echoed through every part of me. Lost Heir. Not Eighth Heir. Lost. Which meant... The Well Keeper had told me the Seven Heirs were one family. If there was a Lost Heir... Then someone hadn't been added to history. Someone had been erased from it. The hooded figure slowly lifted one hand. The sky above the throne darkened. The fracture across the heavens widened. And a voice, calm enough to chill the soul, carried across impossible distances.

"Today you gather for the benefit of our empire. Today as you do everyday you serve our empire. But today I have the pleasure of announcing the return of two children of Rome." He looked towards Hector. Hector knew this was his signal to rise. "I present to you, Hector, son of Aquila, Grandson of our own senator Julian, through his mother Juliana." Aplause rang through the room as he was introduced. An old man then walked towards the center. "My emperor I thank you for bringing back my grandson." He then turned to the other senators and said. "My fellow politicians and nobles, before you all I would like to announce that Hector, my grandson will be my rightful heir."

KARIN An heir. Not a child. Not our baby. An heir meant for the great Alpha Rowan Kincaid. Another symbol of power. Another possession meant to strengthen his name and bloodline. "Does he know?" The words barely made it past my lips. My throat felt tight, like even sound was dangerous.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

“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.”