Heir Of Carthage Novels & Stories

He wore the traditional leather armor of a Crescent commander, a dual-headed silver axe strapped to his back. "What is the meaning of this?" Kaelen’s voice thundered over the gallery rail, making the Southern elders scramble backward. My uncle stepped forward, his voice dripping with venomous pride. "The wedding cannot proceed, Warlord. The treaty demands a union between the sovereign lineages of the North and South. But Leah is not the sovereign heir. She is the daughter of a secondary branch." My uncle pointed a shaking finger at the young man beside him. "This is Julian Crescent. My son. The true-born male heir of the main line, hidden in the eastern sanctuary since the night his mother d

"It means the elders will expect an heir. A child born of a living king and a primal Luna would possess enough spiritual strength to dominate the entire continent." My heart gave a violent, panicked thud against my ribs. I had to force my facial muscles to remain completely frozen, preventing the sheer terror I felt from leaking into my expression or my scent. *An heir. He wanted a child to solidify his empire. If he knew that the life currently growing inside me belonged to Darren Clarke—the pathetic traitor currently locked in his deepest dungeon—he wouldn't see it as an empire. He would see it as a declaration of war against his bloodline.

he stated, a little grimace had his merry expression fade for a moment as he said the word, mom. “No. I am asking about your other son.” This time, his movements stopped abruptly, his eyes went wide, he gaped at me and I knew right there, our hunch was right. This mysterious heir was an illegitimate son of Hector.

Florence wasn’t expecting someone to derail her plan. Cameron, the *sshole, was messing up her plans again! She started sweating while she clenched her jaw. “Cameron, this is none of your business. Stay out of it.” Cameron was the heir of the Southerns, and even her father Joaqin wouldn’t dare lay a finger on him, especially when Cameron was a very good combatant and was really good with hidden weapons. Even Fabio’s men were wary of his tricks.

"Bella is also sure of it being this person." "Your father." Kari said and I nodded. "My father has always wanted power, and when I was told about the clause of if the heir dies , their closest relative will take the throne, I knew who it would be." I said with a loud sigh. "I'm sorry, I know he is one of your advisors King Triton, but I really hate the man, the pain he has caused my mother, I will never forgive him for it."

Aric had been asking questions for weeks, searching for answers beyond the stories. "Master," Aric asked, his voice clear, "what became of the child—the heir of Lucien and Cassia? Was he to be the ruler that would change the world, or was he just another legend?" The old man chuckled softly, his gaze softening with the years of wisdom he had accumulated. "Ah, yes, the heir. Their son, young Kaleb, grew strong—stronger than his parents could ever have imagined. But not in the way the world expected. You see, Kaleb was not born to rule by prophecy or divine right. No, he ruled because he chose to. And that, my dear boy, is the truest legacy of his parents."

“You are no longer just my child, but you are Viola Brielle Harry, the rightful heir of the Carpathian ancestors.” He gazed at the sky filled with mist and blue light. “You are the bearer of the first blood. And your destiny has just begun.”

--- She thought often about what it meant to be an heir. Not just of land—though the documents were finally settled, the valley legally hers, passed down from Tata Pedro to his grandchildren and their children after them. But of something deeper. A way of seeing the world. A stubborn, unshakeable belief that the land could heal if people gave it a chance. Tata Pedro had not left her money or property or stocks. He had left her a mission. And she had carried it forward, not because she was special, but because she had refused to let it go.

And this time, she spoke a little awkwardly. "Yes, ma'am," Adit replied. "Get used to calling me Mom," Madam Sandra instructed, a little embarrassed. "Yes, mom," Aditya replied without thinking. For him, Mrs. Sandra is a woman he respects a lot, just like his mother, so whatever she tells him to do willingly. Moreover, he had received permission from his own biological mother, and although forced, the life as an heir that he never wanted he had to live today.

Grandma asked "There's no even need for that. The first and last one are quite easy but the second one is going to be a bit difficult so if you can pass the other two stages and meet the exact requirement, you'll automatically become the heir or heiress. The person with the highest profit wins and it must be two companies" she added "So..... Who are we starting with? Since we have only one male here, starting with him won't be a bad idea. John Campbell, step forward with your ledgers" Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief