Heirs Of Magic Novels & Stories

The band came alive as I walk through the gold carpet with escorts by my side. I stand beside my grandfather and watch him as he took his place in front, his crown glistening as he says. "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. Thirty years ago, I was standing right here in front of the different royalties and aristocrats all over the world to pass the throne to my son, Jacob ...may he rest in peace. Unfortunately he pass away and now I'm here again, standing beside my heir." He smiled at me before turning back on the crowd. "I'd never imagined that I'll be able to have a flesh of my own as my successor. I thought that this bloodline will end but I am wrong. Now, may I present to you, the heir t

I opened it casually. Then froze. My blood ran cold. The logo at the top of the page was unmistakable. Blackwood Enterprises. For several seconds, I couldn't breathe. The room seemed to tilt. Seven years. Seven long years. And suddenly, his name was back in my life. Waiting. Watching. Threatening to reopen wounds I'd spent nearly a decade trying to heal. Across the room, Noah looked up from his coloring book. "Mom?" I quickly forced a smile. "I'm okay."

He had told me that the King's heir had taken over the royal duties and would relieve the incubi and succubi from their sex and slave duties. His excitement had almost convinced me, and it had almost made me feel bad for getting those magic-blocking cuffs to Horace, one of Silas' most trusted men, so he could take over the job of breaking the heir. I had only expected him to torture her, maybe cut off one of her hands so she wouldn't be able to wield magic, not rape the bitch. I was secretly glad she had managed to break free of the cuffs and kill his brothers. I would happily kill Horace myself if he wouldn't be missed, but the heir is nothing short of a savage predator, so he'll fall victi

"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!"

The jagged, erratic pulse matched a dead frequency from the very dawn of magic, pulled straight from a dialect that no living creature even knew how to speak anymore. It was the raw, untamed energy of the original Creators. The Creators were myths whispered about in ancient texts, the god-like beings who forged the ley lines and breathed magic into the earth before vanishing into the ether. Finding their signature inside a battered, muddy girl from the slums was like finding a living god bleeding out in a dirty gutter. I stared at the golden text while a cold chill washed down my spine, and my mind raced through the terrifying implications of what this meant.

Because I knew what the bond had done to my father during his first months with Mom. I knew how much fear could distort things, and I did not want to become a presence Harper had to learn to tolerate. “Continue,” I said. She looked at me, and her breathing changed. Human attraction was much less subtle than humans believed. My wolf stretched in satisfaction. Shut up, I told my beast Korgan. Harper continued. “The Heirs use independent cells. My uncle coordinates money, rhetoric, and recruitment, but the real strategy came from someone they knew as Master Ash.”

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.

"Not death. Something worse. The complete surrender of magical power. Forever. The heirs would become powerless mortals, but their combined sacrifice would bind the Shadow Emperor until the end of time." Through our bond, I felt my mates' horror and determination warring in their hearts. "How many bloodlines would we need?" Empress Valdira asked. "At least five. Moonspire and Ironfang we have. Bloodmoon makes three." She looked at the Empress. "Do you know of any others?" "House Drakmoor still has heirs in the eastern kingdoms. Fire magic." Valdira's expression was thoughtful. "And House Verdant controls the southern trade routes. Earth magic."

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

--- She thought often about what it meant to be an heir. Not just of land—though the documents were finally settled, the valley legally hers, passed down from Tata Pedro to his grandchildren and their children after them. But of something deeper. A way of seeing the world. A stubborn, unshakeable belief that the land could heal if people gave it a chance. Tata Pedro had not left her money or property or stocks. He had left her a mission. And she had carried it forward, not because she was special, but because she had refused to let it go.