Heirs Kdrama Novels & Stories

After all, even though I had always been obedient and gentle, I had zero tolerance when it came to betrayal. “Yvonne, do you really understand?” I nodded, curling my lips into a bitter smile. “Zayn, we both have to think of the family. I understand you need an heir. After all, the Levine mafia empire is vast. Someone has to inherit it. “If you think it would be easier, you can bring Whitney home so that she’s cared for. That way, I’ll feel reassured too.” Joy spread across his face when I said those words. He let out a long sigh of relief.

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

"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."

The people were emerging from the shadows, their eyes hollow, their hands reaching out toward us as if we were the only warmth left in a frozen world. But as we walked, I felt a sharp, cold spike in my mind—a new signature, one that hadn't been on the drive or in the vault. Signature Detected: The Heir. I looked at Dante, but he didn't see it. He was looking at the crowd, his eyes glowing with a territorial pride. I didn't tell him. I just tightened my grip on his hand, the secret burning in my blood like a slow-acting toxin. If the Heir has survived within Ivy’s own mind, is their Happily Ever After just a temporary truce before the final, internal war—and will Dante still love the Queen wh

My hands, hanging at my sides, clenched into tight fists, my nails digging into my palms so hard they nearly drew blood. I wiped the sourness from my mouth and instinctively hid the bag of supplements behind my back. "It's none of your business." "How is it not our business?" Liana stepped closer with a sly smile, deliberately caressing the heavy golden locket—a symbol of the pack mother—hanging around her neck. "Kaelen doesn't want me to feel wronged, so he's decided to hold a Grand Naming Ceremony for our son tomorrow. It's a historic event, I know, and as the former mate, you should come and give the heir your blessing, right?"

I don't really know this lady but I love her already. "Anyways we had to make a stop and then come here, if he could take me back home he definitely would but I am grateful there wasn't time" "He could have let you go yourself but he didn't. Maybe that's something" "That's nothing. He just wants to make sure I get rid of it, he goes with all of us" what a douchebag. "Doesn't he want an heir? I mean he is Don" "He does have an heir. He doesn't want competition so I guess that's why"

“The Frostman family stands for honor and loyalty. Your ancestors fought for this country….and you spend your days causing trouble? How will you face them?” She stuffed another chestnut into her mouth, covering her ears dramatically. “You’re still unmarried at your age. Three forms of unfilial behavior …the worst is having no heirs. How will you face your ancestors?” He nearly choked from anger. “That’s not the same thing!” She stepped closer, whip in hand, tapping it lightly against him before lifting his chin. Her smile turned sly….mischievous, dangerous. “Doctor Quinn… How about this? I’ll marry you. Once I do, I’ll listen to everything you say. You want me to be obedient? Done. That way…

The maids and butlers were busy arranging things: flowers, sweets, and her photo. Alex walked toward the coffin and slowly opened it. He stared at Keira's beautiful face. They made her look pretty, even like this. "I don't know how much my husband is in pain. He is too busy," MJ said. "It worries me." "Harvey is the heir, and I am sure he aims to kill whoever did this to the Princess." Alex opened the glass and carefully caressed her hair. "She was my daughter, too." "Is he asleep?" MJ asked as she clenched her jaw to avoid crying. "Sandro?"

Because of what the connection whispered next. The Lost Heir has returned. The words echoed through every part of me. Lost Heir. Not Eighth Heir. Lost. Which meant... The Well Keeper had told me the Seven Heirs were one family. If there was a Lost Heir... Then someone hadn't been added to history. Someone had been erased from it. The hooded figure slowly lifted one hand. The sky above the throne darkened. The fracture across the heavens widened. And a voice, calm enough to chill the soul, carried across impossible distances.

The secrets. The things that don't make sense. The strange behavior. The disappearance of my parents. The feeling that something is terribly wrong back home. And now I have Amaani to protect. Maybe Lyall is her father. Maybe one day she'll have the title of heir because of him. Maybe someday I will walk through those doors willingly. But not today. I cannot risk her safety just because I miss the people I left behind. "Alright, little one." I reach down and gently touch her cheek.