Heiress Clan Boss Novels & Stories

He finally said. Kyra still had a look of uncertainty on her face. I could tell that she wanted to say more but was holding back. “The Kashahla Clan is larger than Teris’s, Iericho’s, and ours all rolled into one. Byana, their Queen, holds great power. With her people backing us our victory is assured. I will contact her soon. As for Iericho and Petros, if they try to force their way into the wedding ceremony or the reception, none of you are to approach them alone. Remember, there will be innocents attending. I don’t want a fight to break out; I’ll handle them personally if they start anything. That being said, are there any other issues that we need to discuss?” Lio asked.

She gestured towards Zayden and said, “You have made us proud in the Moon Howlers Pack, my little angel. After decades, a whisperer has channeled the hell fire, asserting her dominance over the keeper of hell. You have restored the glory of our clan.” A group of elderly, but gorgeous ladies appeared beside her, their identical violet eyes were smiling at me, “We are the leaders of the sussurro clan just like you, Helena. We are here to help you.” Grams? My heart fluttered in my chest to meet my grandma, her mom, and her mom’s mom, all at once. Their loving smiles gave me enough support to fight with dark forces. Witch Ciara was sensible, she felt some holy presence around her and bowed swift

"S-she's fine, Boss." MetroPaul scoffed. "That’s not what I meant, you fool. Is she fit to rule the Clan?" Jerry immediately exhaled in relief, the tension easing just enough to allow him to gather his thoughts. "She is diligent and certainly worthy to be the heir, Boss. She works and trains harder than anyone." MetroPaul’s sneer deepened. "Diligence means nothing. She is still not a male, no matter how many accolades she collects. There will be a competition, a serious, lethal competition, where the three of them will compete for who will take over the Clan."

My heart jolted, and I got the sudden notion that I may have miscalculated where Heili was concerned. Even though I called them all elders, they rarely referred to me as one, preferring to call me lady which was in reference to the title Ave gave me a year before she died. It was their way of reminding me of my humble beginnings, but I let it roll off my back. I cleared my throat and faced Heili’s cold gaze head on. I’d faced down witches meaner and stronger than her. “Of course not elder Heili. Joanne Puhvel is the daughter to the missing heir to the throne of the Puhvel dynasty. Now that Joanne is here, I’ believe it’s time for us to stop being in limbo. I’m moving forward a motion to have

The royal family took to getting more familiar with one another. Margaret found her place among them and the attendees were left to their own devices and to their own devices they went. “Lords I’m just suggesting we take a vote and decide if this is a legit claim to the throne.” Mr Banderman spoke up. The other elders head nodded or shook. “Respectfully, there is a process and we will follow it.” Mr Lavenos spoke up, “The Elder Lord just introduced two possible heirs that are both powerful and hybrids. We knew there was a reason he chose the Casters daughter. This is it! He wants to strengthen the Clan and if she is the Coming Sun we will have no time of day we are not safe.”

Looking at the result of the draw, both my father and I were momentarily dazed. "Rhea, are you sure you didn't make a mistake? The High Priest is clearly not among your future mates. How could you possibly draw him?" Hearing my father's words, I was also dumbfounded. I only had three candidates in total: Klaus of the White Tiger Clan, Orion of the Red Fox Clan, and Asher of the Eagle Clan. Each clan carefully selected them, and they were called the best of this generation. Only such elites deserved me, the Holy Maiden, and the future Beast Lady.

If Jackie won the bid, the heirs of the Eudoxsus Clan will fight for the spirit beast since Jackie didn't bid for the spirit beast using her own money. The crowd was silent as they waited for Dakota's reaction. They all know the fight between Dakota, the First Young Miss of the Eudoxsus Clan, and the Second Young Miss of the Eudoxsus Clan, Jackie. A lot of people knew that Jackie is stronger and more talented than Dakota, although her attitude is off. Dakota is the daughter of the first son of the Eudoxsus Clan's Clan Master. Jackie is the daughter of the third son of the Clan Master. Dakota was supposed to be the next Clan Master after a few years, however, Jackie was stronger than her that

I pull her back up and I can see a bruise already forming on her face. “You’re a dead man” A the guy says grabbing a knife from his pocket. I push River behind me and I grab my gun from the back of my jeans and I point at his head. “You are” - I say and his eyes grow wider as he sees the crown designed on my gun in red. “You’re the heir” - he says stuttering. I tilt my head and I offer him a sickening smile. “You got that right” - I say still pointing the gun at him.

"Our border guards have strict instructions. No information leaves this territory without your approval." I'd been back at Crimson Ridge pack for over half a month. Marcus had been searching for me for half a month. Every day brought new reports of his increasingly desperate attempts to track me down. Now he'd tracked me all the way to Crimson Ridge territory. But he didn't know I was Crimson Ridge pack's Alpha heiress. He thought he was searching for a runaway mate, not realizing he was trying to find the daughter of one of the most powerful Alpha families in the region. If he wanted to take even a fly out of here, he'd need the Thornfield family's permission first.

Not unless they wanted the lash or worse. Tonight the great hall thrummed with voices. The pack elders had arrived from distant holds, their fur cloaks still dusted with snow. Alpha Gideon Voss presided at the head of the long table, his silver streaked hair pulled back severely, his face a map of old scars and older grudges. Beside him sat Clara, radiant in a gown of midnight blue velvet embroidered with silver thread. The sacred crescent moon birthmark on her left collarbone glowed softly beneath the torchlight, a perfect pale arc that had marked her worthy from the moment she drew breath. Clara Voss, the chosen, the perfect, the one who would secure the alliance with the Silverfang Pack a