Heir Of Carthage Novels & Stories

he whispered as he looked at the dead that littered the ground with rage and guilt. The Priest rushed to him. “My Lord,” he fell on his feet before him. “Give me your commands.” The Heir pulled him up and turned to the survivors. “My name is Alaris. I am the Heir that was promised. Your suffering ends here!” Then he turned to the Priest. “Take me to the rest.” “Yes, My Lord.” The Priest bowed. Then he turned to the people and yelled. “The Heir is here!” They chanted back. “Saviour! Saviour! Saviour!”

“Who is he?” Kieran didn’t answer right away. His gaze was still fixed on the crack in the ground. “His name is…” He took a deep breath. “Lucien.” Serafina furrowed her brow. “Lucien who?” Kieran looked at her. “Lucien Lunareth.” Serafina’s heart seemed to stop. “Lunareth?” Kieran nodded. “The first heir to that kingdom.” Serafina stared at the ground. “If he’s the first heir…”

They agreed to divide the families' empires, to protect what was left and prevent greed or resentment from tearing the children apart. Lucian, son of Lincoln and Catleya, would inherit the Velmore legacy. Caelum, son of Aurora and Ledger, would inherit the Vellaria estates. The decision was logical. But it came at a cost. The two boys, once inseparable, were raised in different worlds — Lucian under Victoria's strict eye, molded into a cold, disciplined heir; Caelum under Aster's gentler but equally demanding guidance, groomed to lead the north. As they grew, distance replaced brotherhood. And now, years later, Aster watched history loop back upon itself.

"We don't care about the Saint holdings. We don't care about the Marseille accounts." "Then what do you want?" The man looked at Ignatius, then back to me. "We're looking for the Heir," he whispered. I frowned. "I’m the heir. I’m the Sovereign. I have the blood. I have the tracker." The man shook his head. His breath was coming in short, panicked bursts. "No. Not you. The new Heir. The one the Sovereign line produces when the primary is compromised." I felt the blood drain from my face. I looked at Ignatius.

One of Christian's friends congratulated him. Christian sipped on his drink. "Thanks Aaron, but really, I should thank my ancestors, they started the consortium." Christian said, sincerely. Indeed, the Stark Consortium had existed since medieval times, and Christian had inherited the position of head of the consortium from his father. But now he was old and had handed the responsibility to the only Stark heir left, Arthur. Christian just hoped his grandson was mature enough to run the consortium. That was also one of the reasons he was insisting that his grandson should get married and have kids.

I did too. "Congrats Lily." Carla said. She faced Vincenzo and smiled at him, he only nodded in response. "Yeah, you're officially a mother! Time to change stinky diapers and sleepless nights." Vee said gagging at the thought. Her mother scolded her. "Thanks oh so very much for your kind words." I said sarcastically. She smiled cheekily in return. "Oh before I forget! Have you named him yet?" Vee asked. I nodded. "Leandre Michele Romano." I said with pride.

my father explained, but those words left my ear. “Then that means Hannah knew about it….” I looked down at the ground, not wanting to see his face. I did not hear a single word from my father. It seems like he doesn’t know what to tell me. But it’s my fault for crossing the line. Every time someone mentions Hannah. My father freezes as if he was blaming himself deep inside him. I felt guilty about it, but at the same time, I didn’t want to take it back. “Since other mafia groups are now informed about your appearance. They will come and get you. Which is why you will be living in this place starting today,” declared my father. “And now you know you’re the heir of the Ambroise family.”

Well, considering how handsome, rich, and successful the Lawson family as the heir. Scott isn't like them. She is completely different from the others. 'Wow! So, what did I think about that was true? Do you fucking doubt you can get her and win the bet? WOW!! This is the first time, and this is a fucking rare occurrence!' After his over-the-top reaction, Kenn couldn't say anything anymore. He immediately clapped his hands, admiring the figure of the servant who was increasingly attractive and very unusual in his opinion. Even though it lowered his pride, Liam really had to admit that.

The flight was going to be long and boring as hell, but it’ll all be worth it. Suddenly, at the back of my head, Cyrus’ words earlier repeated. “Maybe even come back with an heir.” I pursed my lips tight and my heart started to thump louder and faster. Fuck, what is this I’m feeling? Why am I suddenly nervous? Goddess, am I really thinking that? Am I really considering it? Me and Keira… and an heir. Even if it wasn’t a boy, having any child with my mate would be something. Somehow, in some way, it didn’t sound so… impossible. In all honesty, I don’t think I’d say no to it either.

“Don Alessandro envied him. My father was loved, respected. He didn’t need fear to control people. Alessandro did. So he had him killed and made everyone believe it was an accident.” Elena’s voice trembled. “And your mother?” Adrien’s eyes darkened. “She never recovered. She tried to protect me after he was gone, but Alessandro took everything our home, our name, even our family crest. He turned me into his weapon. His heir.” He looked at her then really looked at her. “And I let him.” Elena shook her head. “You were a child, Adrien.” “I was old enough to hate,” he said quietly. “Old enough to remember the sound of my father’s voice when he told me to never become like him. And I failed him