I Bore His Heirs Then I Vanished Novels & Stories

Vireya's POV "The book is asking for something more specific. His name perhaps, a title, or something unique about him," I said out loud, running my fingers over the living book's pulsing surface. Xareth groaned, low and sharp, dragging a hand through his hair. "The heir of Crimson Dusk. The Alpha’s son who vanished with the Heartstone. Ask it that," he said, his voice thick with irritation and fatigue. I nodded slowly, and wrote the words. It appeared, Caer Tharnis, an ancient mountain fortress buried in ice.

He got up slowly. He let his feet move by themselves. He extended his hand for it. "Don't!" He continued after I yelled at him. His hand made contact with the fire— Then he disappeared. Nothing was heard. And there was a murmur—“The Heir has come back.” My pulse was beating. He had dissolved into thin air like if he were nothing more than smoke, right before my very eyes. My breath caught, but I tried not to panic. "No... no!" I called his name and searched furiously. "Where did you go?"

Hello dear readers ❤️❤️❤️, I want to start by saying a very big thank you to every single one of you who has been with me throughout this journey. Finally, we have come to the end of The Boy Who Could Be An Heir, and my heart is full. Without your love, encouragement, and constant support, this story would never have been possible.

“I’ve watched. I’ve waited. And now… we meet. Finally.” The sound of his voice sent cold shivers down my spine, I could feel the shiver ripple through the trees as well, as though even the forest recognized him. Dorian stepped forward slightly, fists tight. “Who are you? What do you want?” The Heir’s gaze shifted to me. Slowly. Intentionally. Maybe a little menacingly as well. His eyes softened, though only just enough to be unsettling. “ You know who I am, but I’ll give you a hint, nonetheless. I am the consequence of the blood forgotten. The echo of a family erased.”

I took a deep breath. “She has children.” Kale blinked. “Okay. And?” I looked him straight in the eye. “They're mine.” Silence settled between us. For several seconds, Kale simply stared at me, as if waiting for me to laugh and admit I was joking. “You're telling me you have children?” he asked slowly. “Twins.” “Twins?” He repeated the word, leaning back in disbelief. “Ethan, you disappeared into your work for years, and now you're telling me that the woman you've never truly gotten over has given birth to your twins?”

Celeste said nothing. "Ivy is the key," he said, and his voice was warm again, certain again, the momentary crack sealed back over. "What she carries completes what was begun. Makes it permanent." He looked at her steadily. "And then — a united pack. A lasting dynasty. A luna whose blood remembers what it means to hold something together across generations. Your lineage and what comes after. The foundation for everything that follows." He said it the way a man says something beautiful.

“You’re already one bad sentence away from leaving here in a body bag.” Mercer ignored her completely. His eyes stayed on Alicia. “Robert never told you?” he asked softly. “Interesting.” Alicia’s pulse roared in her ears. “You’re lying.” “No,” Mercer replied. “Kessler lied. Robert manipulated. But me? I’m practical.” He adjusted his cufflinks. “Aiden was never the only surviving heir.” Alex’s voice was deadly quiet. “Explain. Now.” Mercer looked almost amused by the command. “Twenty years ago, after the Maris Stella fire, the Dickson family cleaned up loose ends very carefully. Most records disappeared.”

Written in bold, sweeping, charcoal-ink calligraphy was a personal message: > "Liana, > You have fought valiantly against the vipers in your corporate family, but there is a chapter of your history that remains unwritten—the truth behind your childhood disappearance before the Carver dynasty took you in. If you wish to know who orchestrated the shadows of your past, come to Ravenswood Manor tonight. > I will not demand your heart, nor will I force your compliance. I will simply show you the truth. > — Zade" > Liana’s dark eyes narrowed slightly as she traced the ink on the parchment. The mystery surrounding her earliest childhood memories—the missing years before she was integrated into the

"Christian, when I returned to this life, I thought we could have a fresh start. Later, I realized some things can't be fixed once broken. I don't hate you, but I won't love you anymore." When I was by the door, he called out to me, "Rae." I stopped in my tracks, but didn't look back. "Is the child really his?" I looked at my reflection on the glass door. "No, but the baby will not have you as a father." I opened the door, leaving behind a silent room.

She smiled. “Your first memory.” I opened it. Inside was a small piece of black stone. The moment I touched it, the room disappeared. I saw everything. The Mark. The first three bearers. The thing beneath the sanctuary. The experiments. The children. My grandfather. Victor. Marcus. My mother. And then I saw something I hadn't expected. A fourth figure. Standing beside the original three. The person who had been erased from every photograph. The person whose name had been scratched away.