Heir Of Rage Novels & Stories

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

"His legacy. He's obsessed with his bloodline continuing strong. His daughter Freya handles most diplomatic relations. She's cunning, charming, and utterly ruthless when crossed. His Beta, Torin, commands their military. He's the one you need to watch. He doesn't speak much, but when he does, Ragnar listens." "And the heir?" "Bjorn, his grandson. Not officially named yet, which means Ragnar is still testing him. Or testing others who might challenge him." Damien's jaw tightened. "The northern succession is a bloodsport waiting to happen." Elder Caius raised his hand. "Which is precisely why sending our Luna is a risk we cannot afford. Her... display before the execution..." He chose his word

My voice trembles. I stop. Take another breath. Try again. "I, Rowan, relinquish all ties to my Alpha and the pack he leads." The air around me suddenly grows heavy. The inside of the car becomes unbearably hot. "I release every bond willingly given..." Heat floods every inch of my body. "...and from this moment forward..." A sharp pain blooms beneath my breastbone. "...I claim rogue status." The pain explodes. It feels as though invisible claws sink into my chest before violently ripping something free.

In seconds, his massive frame pressed against the night. “I am the heir to the Alpha of the Ravencrest Pack!” he roared, his voice shaking the trees around us. “Who are you to think you can take my life?” The corners of my lips slowly curved upward. ‘This is going to be a fight.’ “An heir corrupted by greed,” I said, continuing toward him without fear. Our eyes locked. “An heir who murdered his own blood!” The blade hummed in my hand. “And an heir whose soul has been marked by fate itself!”

Kael remained stoic, but his grip on his glass tightened until his knuckles turned white. "Over the next six months," Robert announced, his voice ringing with authority. "You three will compete. You will be given projects, responsibilities, and challenges. I will be watching. I will be judging. And at the end of those six months... one of you will be named the Heir." The room erupted into chaos. Cameras flashed. Reporters scrambled. But Riley couldn't hear anything. She looked at Bella, whose face had turned a dangerous shade of red with rage and excitement. Then she looked at Kael.

My stomach reminded me I'd skipped breakfast after finding Adrian's body. Adrian. Dead, drained, his eyes flashing gold for just a moment when I'd… "So you're a Blood Heir," Sage said conversationally, dropping into the other chair. "That's wild. I've only read about them in the old texts." I swallowed my bite of sandwich. "What exactly is a Blood Heir?" Sage's eyebrows rose. "You really don't know?" "I really don't. Up until this morning, I thought I was just a rogue trying to survive until graduation."

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

The long binders stayed untouched on the other side of the desk, quietly and patiently waiting for the big boss to pick them up. Long, tense minutes of total silence left me clenching my teeth together. Keeping my breathing steady while forcing my restless leg to stay still required effort and patience. If only I could, by now I'd be storming out of this building without a single word. Fuck this. I had no plans to be an errand boy for my father for another year, much less be some psychotic Italian heir's bitch, just so I could prove to the entire Falco clan that I wasn't as useless as they all thought.

As the heir, he had to have a firm, authoritative, and arrogant attitude to maintain Burg Corporation in the long run. And now, Theodor began to show his Calm Mode again before Frisilia. That also surprised his younger cousin, Naura. Naura even admitted that it was the first time she had seen Theodor behave like that in front of a woman. After work, Theodor recalled Naura's words about his love rival. Theodor had no idea about this at all. And it bothered his mind. He immediately sent a message to Naura to tell him who his love rival was.

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, Blaze, 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.