Heir Of Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

Emeraude tried to soothe. "Explain this to me now?" Bree requested, now with a more controlled voice. "Well, I don't know where to start. I'm already two months along, and the father is Cassian St. Clair," Emeraude revealed, fidgeting with the ends of her hair and hearing the silence on the other end of the line. "Bree?" "I'm in shock right now," confessed Bree, her voice low. "You lucky girl! You're carrying an heir to a damn fortune," she added, making Emeraude laugh.

She was perfect. I told her a tidbit about myself, hiding my background of course. If I’m doing this, I’m doing it without my father’s influence. I don't want anyone to find out that I’m the heiress of Valen Group and the only daughter of Sebastian Valen. My Dad will probably have a fit if he learned that I’m here for modeling casting. I had to lie to him earlier that I was meeting up with a friend.

"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.

Mei said, “Seraphina gets to decide when to drop her into the game. My money says she picks a moment that hurts you and benefits her. Imagine her walking in with a blurry photo and crocodile tears about a *poor, endangered child the Blessed Luna is hiding.*” Lyra could imagine it. Too clearly. “She keeps using that word,” Lyra said. “Heir. Like Aiden’s seed is a crown in a petri dish.” “Heir scares them more than ‘pup,’” Mei said. “It gets the traditionalists frothing. They’ll couch it in language about “protection” and “stability,” but what they’ll be thinking is, "Who controls that bloodline?*” “And the answer is me,” Lyra said.

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

"I am sorry, sir." I stepped into line with the others and stood next to Gabriel. When I glanced at him, he was already looking at me. His eyes showed confusion; he had clearly noticed my condition. He seemed about to say something, but then he pressed his lips together and turned his attention back to Alexei. “You are the ones who have passed the selection for The Heir Program. It is a program that I designed to shape the future leaders of Nightshade. But do not mistake this for a guarantee—it is merely the beginning,” Alexei announced.

I questioned, my hand instinctively pulling Aelia close. The Heir resonates with the Earth like no other living being. We require regular, supervised sessions with the Heir to train our elementalists to hear the Earth's true song. She will be the only guarantee that the Alliance never again sacrifices the planet for power. The balance rests with her purity.

“They’re lighting up. Not attacks. Signals.” I felt it again. Stronger. “Howls,” I said softly. “Far away.” The man stared at me. “You hear them too?” “Yes.” Kieran closed the door slowly. “Other packs?” “All of them,” the man replied. “Even the ones we thought were dead.” Silence fell. The healer crossed herself. “An heir,” she whispered. “Born under bargain and blood.” “Not an heir,” I said. “A child.” The man swallowed. “They won’t see it that way.”

Aurora asked as she lay still with her head on her father's chest. “An heir is a person that is legally entitled to the property or rank of another person when the person cannot rule again. In this case, a king, when a king cannot rule again, his heir takes over and inherits all that belongs to the king. You're a princess my darling, one day, you will rule over this city when the time is right.” “Yes daddy, I want to be a good king.” Zeidan laughed as he noticed her ignorance. “You are going to be a queen, my dear. A lady becomes a queen eventually.”