Heir Of Life Novels & Stories

“They’re not for the child of Death. They’re for…the heir of Darkness. Any grandchild of Darkness who can supplant my father’s throne. I mean, until now I always just thought I was the only one they could apply to, but…” His eyes shift immediately to me and my stomach sinks as I realize that… That perhaps I’m not prophesied to be his Queen after all. My eyes fly round as I whip my head up to stare at Anton. He’s already looking down at me, grim. “Don’t get ahead of yourselves,” Life says, her voice throaty, low and in control. We all turn towards her, silent and wary of more news that’s going to shatter all of our worlds. “An heir must be alive to take the throne. A ghost cannot do it.” Her

“Answer me. Is this what you want too?” He avoided my eyes at first. His hand tightened around the arm of the sofa, and for a moment he actually looked uneasy. Then he said in a low voice, “Selene is carrying a pup. The pack needs an heir. Once the child is born, I can make arrangements. We can still be together afterward.” He wanted me to step aside, let another woman bear his supposed heir, and then wait until he decided to come back to me. Selene lowered her eyes and rested one hand on her stomach, looking every bit the wronged, delicate she-wolf.

She tapped a key, and a series of encrypted files flickered into view—the genetic profiles of the Quinton and Smith families, the blueprints of the Aether core, and the detailed psychological profiles of every member of the alliance. “Arrogance is a terminal disease, 'Uncle' Derek,” Peony said to the empty room. “And you’ve passed it on to your daughter. You think you’ve unified an alliance, but all you’ve done is gather all my prizes in one place. Tomorrow, the 'Invisible Heir' will use her thumbprint to hand me the keys to the world, and there won't be a single thing any of you can do to stop it.” She looked at the countdown timer on her screen: 18:42:15.

He asked. "I do not know. We must need the assistance of the great seer. Maybe he has some answer for this." His father uttered adamantly. Now that his father was so adamant in pursuing the seer assistance, this news must be very important for the future of mythacierre. His father was so natural in hiding his emotions but, he knew too well thee uneasiness brought by the news he spilt. How come, his been chosen as the guardian of this other heir? Lumen, was the one chosen by the known heir. The reason why, that heir was been able to used Lumen's power. The final healing ability. The ability that can brought the life even the dead itself. Lumen phoenixus, a terrible yet very useful ability. Th

“And he’s no longer acting entirely as himself.” Lucas stiffened. “Explain.” Kieran finally shifted his gaze to Lucas, something like regret flickering briefly across his features. “You were right to fear the curse. But you were wrong about its limits. It does not end with you. It echoes. Through blood. Through lineage.” My hand moved instinctively to my stomach. Kieran noticed. His eyes darkened. “So it’s true,” he said softly. “The heir lives.” The word sent a sharp pulse through the bond. Lucas stepped forward immediately. “Choose your next words carefully.”

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

I go into my bedroom and change into a casual outfit before moving to the kitchen to microwave dinner for myself. While waiting, I decide to search up who the infamous Daisy everyone is mistaking me for is. I type 'Daisy and Hunter Stone' into the computer since I didn't know her last name. The computer loaded various articles, gossip blogs and pictures. I click on the first article with the heading "Heiress of the Heart group of hotels gone missing". The article was about how Daisy was supposedly kidnapped and murdered. This led to the terrible health condition of her father since she was his only living relative. The article reported that the details of the whole incident remain unknown to

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

It was all greens until the fading sun touched the never-ending horizon, reminding me of our clan's first ever business. A winery. I once thought I would inherit the business like my parents had originally imagined. But life happened, and some things didn't turn out the way they were supposed to. I had eventually left town to pursue another path. Not to make a name for myself, but to escape from the demons of my past that always haunted me in my nightmares. And despite my efforts to keep convincing myself the monsters were merely unpleasant memories, turns out life had more than unresolved night terrors coming for me.

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.