Heir Of Rage Novels & Stories

"Heir's only come from wolves mated by the Goddess. I wouldn't recognise your mother if she were standing in front of me now, boy, you are no son of mine." "Ekron, don't listen anymore, come with me." Merida stands up, wrapping her arms around him, but Eligor stops her with a raised hand. "Girl, move away from the traitor unless you want to share his fate." Eligor moves quickly and Merida barely has time to react before the body slumps in her arms, his blood spilling over her bare arms and then she screams, her angry eyes turning from Eligor to me, as though I was part of this. He moves back beside me, his hand covering my stomach protectively. "No one touches my heir."

The enemy must have taken him down too quickly and decisively. Philip nodded, his eyes void of warmth. His brow was deeply furrowed and his gaze shining with waves of rage as he stared at Gerard and said, “What right do I have, you ask? I am the heir to the main family and the wielder of this Sovereignty Seal. With those alone, I will banish your entire branch from the family today!” Philip was infuriated. Gerard was from the branch family, and although he was Philip’s great-uncle, he had still gone way too far this time!

Rage's face lit up with a radiant smile as he took my hand in his, his eyes shining with tears of joy. "My Queen, I am immortal, my years are 900 in all," Rage said, his voice filled with emotion. "You are the first one to ever give me a child!" I kissed his lips, and he responded with fervor, devouring me with all the passion he possessed. His hands gently touched my belly, his eyes shining with pride. His older brother, Storm, and younger brother, Rett, and the rest of his men, applauded loudly, their cheers and whistles filling the air. Niklaus joined us, hugging me tight and pulling Rage into the embrace, a rare display of affection from him.

Aditya's feelings were overwhelming at the moment; he felt hatred, anger, and resentment towards the person who was so willing to do this to his father. "How is it, son? Are you ready?" Aletta asked, breaking Aditya's reverie. "Alright, mom, I'll follow your orders. Hang in there, mom. I'll finish this business and find the mastermind behind this stabbing tragedy, so I can get back to you soon." Aditya replied. "Thank you, son; you must also endure and prepare mentally for this battle." Aletta said she was encouraging her son. Can Aditya complete the mission?

“Copy. Reinforcements coming in 10 minutes.” “10 minutes is too long. Make it 5.” “We’ll do our best, sir.” The little girl looked up at Jorgen, smiling at him. Deep inside, Jorgen wished and hoped nothing would happen to them tonight. After all, this little girl is very precious. She came from an influential family who might and can change the world. The most precious Heir of the Ambroise family. The car continued to speed up, only when the driver lost his focus on the road as the car behind them rammed into them. The driver lost the steering wheel for a second, which caused them to almost crash.

"The Heir is a reset, Blaze. It wants silence. You have to find the one thing that is louder than the void. You have to find the sound of the heart that hasn't been emptied." "I don't understand," Blaze said, reaching for her one last time. "Tell Ash..." Rhea’s voice began to fade, her form becoming more and more transparent. "Tell him that the grey in his eyes is a lie. Tell him that the love didn't go into me... it went into the Heir. The Heir is holding his love hostage. That’s why it’s so powerful. If he can take it back... if he can force himself to feel again... the Heir will shatter."

“And… a warning. The Heir is real. Alive. And tied to Rowan’s family.” The Warrior’s howl echoed faintly in the distance, sharp, deliberate. A warning that resonated through my chest. Something large was coming. Something that would not wait for us to be ready. I drew a deep breath, feeling the pulse of the forest, the pull of legacy, the Warrior’s guidance threading through my senses. “We prepare,” I murmured. “Not just for Rowan’s past… but for what’s coming next.” The forest held its silence as I stared toward the horizon. Mist curled around the trees, and the faint outline of a figure moved with purpose, just beyond perception. The Heir had made its presence known, and the echoes of our

“Bloodline?” “You think your power is unique,” the Heir said, rising with fluid grace. “But it’s inherited. The city itself has been waiting, channeling it through those like you. Strong enough to resist… but not yet to dominate.” Her heart pounded. “Then I’ll dominate if I have to.” Kellen glanced at her, worry flashing in his eyes. “Careful. That’s exactly the kind of arrogance that gets you killed.” “I’m not arrogant,” she said. “I’m awake.”

— When he arrived, the office was dark and silent, except for a light coming from Julian's conference room. He walked in. Julian was there, looking a bit disorganized... His sleeves were rolled up and his hair looked messy. He didn’t speak right away. Neither did Aiden. Finally, Julian broke the silence. “I didn’t do it to protect my name.” Aiden crossed his arms. “Then why?” Julian exhaled. “Because if this gets out, you’re the one they’ll destroy. Not me.” Aiden blinked. “What?” “I’m already in power, Aiden. I’m the heir. The name. They won’t touch me.” He stepped closer. “But you? You’re just starting. You don’t have shields yet.”

I gave you the best life. "You had a child out of wedlock and handed him off to a nanny—I raised him for you too. "But what you should never have done was bring your son back and let him bully Cillian. Your family already wronged my daughter once. Now you want to wrong her child too?" My grandfather's face flushed with anger. He slammed his hand on the table. "You said it yourself—those who aren't of the Harrison bloodline don't belong in the Harrison family. So starting today, pack your things and leave. There's no place for bastards in my family."