Heir Of Rage Novels & Stories

I twist my arm and fling her away from me. Marcella stumbles backward, her hip crashing into the edge of the desk. A stack of paper falls to the floor. "That man is Cooper Rogue," I say, each word flat and heavy. "He is the first heir to the RoguePack. He could wipe our southern border out in an hour if he wanted to." Marcella stays frozen, her mouth open, a string of saliva hanging between her lips. "You are going to find Penelope," I state, leaning down until my eyes are level with hers. "And you are going to get on your knees and apologize to her."

"Without my Vanguard, Malachi will slaughter your father's loyalists—" "Let him try," I snarled, my silver eyes freezing over completely. "I am the Blood Moon Heir. I do not hide behind the armies of emotionally stunted warlords. I would rather fight my pack's enemies alone, tooth and nail, than tie myself to a man whose loyalty is already compromised." "You are being irrational," Kaelen rumbled, his chest vibrating with suppressed anger. "This is a strategic necessity!"

One older man smirked, raising his cup in a silent toast. Rhaegal turned back to the crowd, his voice strong again. “You see before you the missing piece. With her, my strength is complete. With her, my enemies will bow. She is not Ironclad. She is not weak. She is the heir her father tried to hide and she stands here, among us, where she belongs.” The room broke into applause and cheers, loud and wild, the sound echoing against the high ceiling. I stood there, stiff, their noise crashing over me like a wave I couldn’t escape. My chest tightened, my breath short. To them, I was some prize, some weapon, something to use.

He could tell she was stressing way too much right now and was afraid that something could happen to the baby because of it. “Since Orfeo is a high-ranking powerful leader, head honcho, big-shit in the vampire world, or whatever you want to call him, that makes you pretty far up there in the rankings also.” Aunt Maureen rubbed Emily’s hand. “That means yours and Zach’s baby will be high-ranked on both sides and if it’s a boy, then each side will want him even more.” “We only produce boys, there’s never been a girl shapeshifter born.” Zach decided to add his knowledge of the situation to the discussion.

he lifted his fist in the air but halted when a deep voice echoed. "What are you doing?" It was Dean. "Bullying? Really?" The guy let down his fist and the other two who were holding him let him go. They looked at each other like giving each other a 'we're doomed' look. "Don't you know that bullying is a serious offense in this university? And don't you know who that guy is? He is Rouge Aldens’ younger brother and he is being sponsored by my Uncle." Dean said that makes the guys tremble after hearing Rouge’s name and so they let go of Ryan completely. Rouge is a legend in their school for beating every bullies and gang back in the days. After bowing they ran like they're being chased by a m

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred. He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build. The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.

When he fell from his pony at ten and cried from the pain, she made him get back on immediately, blood still running down his scraped knee. “Pain is temporary,” she had said coldly. “Weakness is forever.” That was why her presence tonight felt like salt in an open wound. She had no idea how deeply her words affected him. His dick was very much *not* in check, and the only person it wanted was the one man who could burn everything down. “I have Lila,” he said coldly. “The press loves her. That’s enough for now.” “Lila is a placeholder,” Eleanor snapped. “Pretty arm candy. But the board is watching. One rumor that you’re not the perfect straight heir and we lose everything. Fix this. Or I will

I lean forward and kiss the little boy on the cheek. "Thanks, Remi. You're the best." "What's your name kid?" "I'm RJ or Ruin. I'm Rage's nephew. My dad is Rogan; his hellhound is Wrath. He's the second heir." "Ah! I get it now. You got a reputation to live up to." RJ is smiling as turns around rubbing his tiny hands together. Carter's jaw is on the floor. More kids enter the room and I give up on working in the main area of the clubhouse. I'm heading towards the stairs not paying attention. When I slam into Tianna.

I felt his cold, calculating rage—but I also felt the jagged edge of my own mercy trying to cut through. The internal struggle was a physical agony. Half of me wanted to be the Queen the Heir demanded—cruel, absolute, and untouchable. The other half was still the girl who remembered what it felt like to be the one under the boot. Dante looked at me, his eyes a volatile, stormy hazel. He could feel my conflict. He could feel the way the Heir was screaming for blood through our shared nerves. For a moment, we were locked in a silent battle of wills, the salt spray stinging our eyes.

“Some Alpha you are.” Rage surged, my vision tinting red, Raze howling to tear into him. I’d raised Caleb hard—whips, claws, blood—to forge him into a weapon, an assassin who’d kill without question. I’d broken his arm at twelve for talking back, cracked his ribs at fifteen for failing a hunt. The pack feared me, and so did he, but I’d made him strong, ruthless, a mirror of my own cruelty. If he’d been sneaking out, hiding from my wrath, it was a betrayal I’d punish later. But now, the Moonborn was the priority—the girl who could end my reign, claim the throne that should’ve been my brother Adrian’s.