Heir Of Rage Novels & Stories

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.

"A crazy old man broke into the house and frightened Ms. Horst. Take him away to where he belongs." The two guards hesitated. But seeing the crazed old man before the mirror, they ultimately moved forward and restrained him, each taking one side. "Jade! Look at me! I'm Terry! Don't you recognize me?!" He stared at me fiercely until he was dragged out of the door. I simply waved my hand, urging them to hurry up. His cries grew fainter. I turned to the confused Sarah and reached out gently to touch her belly. "Don't be scared. You're safe now. Take care of yourself and the baby. After all, the baby's the heir to the Bolton family."

“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.

Immediately, his face turned dark. “I don’t need you to remind me!” His facial muscles contorted in anger. Seeing Kyle was wavering, Antonette continued to exert herself. “Kyle, if you want to make something better in your life, I can give you a hand, as long as you help me to prove my identity. I guarantee I’ll support you to contend with Brian for the position of heir to the William throne. “Enough with this, it’s all empty promises.” Kyle slowly turned around. Only indifference was left on his face.

I hadn’t notice that he had come in “Is it because I fucked you? Something that we do on a regular basis with you screaming like a whore now agonizes you? Women” He chuckled, shaking his head. “But I’m sure you understand. The pressure of having an heir to the throne weighed on me. I had no other choice, Orson, and the gods knows that I would have married you but with someone of your status, I would that’s highly… unacceptable” Anger flared through me in a full blast as I slammed my hands on the bed, “You will eat with your tears! With all that you have done to me, you will be in constant pain as you have done me. You’ll eat your tears, I tell you!”

He was implacable, as cold as ice. 'How could you do this?' she whispered, sure that he hated her. His jaw clenched. 'I want my child', he said through his teeth. 'And I will do anything that I have to do. I am giving you a fair warning of that right now'. Sharon felt the wetness of tears on her face. Unable to control them any longer. She heard Bryan swear under his breath, felt the tentacles if his anger reaching out to her. She moved across the room, folding her arms defensively round her body.

I'm sure he will ruin my mood. "Good evening" I greeted "Did you find anything about Chris yet?" he asked and I sighed "I already told you that I'm not interested in anything about him" I snapped "Whether you're interested or not doesn't even matter. Right now, I've gotten 70% evidence that Chris is the last heir of the Rodriguez and I'm sure you know what that means. Whatever you choose to do is up to you but I know Chris won't spare you once he finds out what you did.

“And now you know you’re the heir of the Ambroise family.” What did he just say? I’ll be living in this unknown place starting today? And the heir of the Ambroise family? I disagree. I can’t just leave my comfort zone just like that. You can’t just leave me this responsibility. “I don’t agree with this,” I argued with my father, but he didn’t care. “You have to listen to me this time,” my father calmly told me, which took me back. His eyes were begging as if there wasn’t tomorrow. “It’s for your protection. Please listen to my selfish request.”

“You’ll kill her!” Adam didn’t flinch. “She’ll kill him first.” I should jave been horrified. Maybe part of me was. But beneath the fear, beneath the anger, a different fire stirred. One that spoke of choice, of power, of no longer being prey. And yet, another twist cut through the haze. “Wait.” My voice trembled. “Last night… Harley said something else. About the Rogue King.” Ezra’s eyes sharpened. “The heir.” My breath hitched. “If the Rogue King has an heir, and if that heir is tied to the Fate Pack, then this isn’t just about a civil war. It’s about a throne. Whoever controls me… controls the seal.”

The ceremonial words flow in language older than any living wolf, acknowledging the heir to the throne that predates modern territories and alliances. When the moment comes for Alexander to be formally presented to the kingdom, Sage passes him to me with perfect trust that still humbles something deep in my soul. Our son settles in my arms with remarkable calm, those violet eyes studying the proceedings with interest beyond his months. "I present Alexander, son of Alaric and Sage, heir to the Lycan throne," I declare, voice carrying to every corner of the great hall. "Born of royal blood and healing lineage, uniting what tradition once divided."