Legendary Youngest Son Novels & Stories

My father growls, " Sure do! Hand over the company to any of your sons you think is capable. I am willing to do." I know Dad doesn't trust his sons. Everyone has their own business. But Dad can't trust anyone with his company. That's why instead of giving them the position of CEO of his company, he gave it to me, who is 34 years younger than them and an illegitimate son. " Jacob! Don't mess around. And apologize to her. She is crying!" " I don't care. I don't have any interest in your bloodline protection. You got enough people who can save your bloodline."

She is the Queen who survived the system and now helps us dismantle it. And then there is Sterling, our son. He is five now. He is the ultimate, living proof of our victory. He knows nothing of the dark chapters that led to his birth. He knows only the wind in the sails, the salt on his skin, and the uncomplicated promise of the world. He has his father's focus and his mother's endless curiosity, demanding to know the "why" of everything. He is the physical embodiment of the new legacy, a testament to love and resilience.

"Please tell me you're talking about one of the older sons. The legitimate heirs." "No, Mom. It's Ronan. The youngest." "The bastard." The word hit me like a slap. "He's not a bastard. He's the Alpha's son. His father acknowledged him." "Barely." I could hear her pacing now, the way she did when she was angry. When she was thinking of ways to fix what she saw as my mistakes. "Sarah, that boy has no real claim to anything. His title dies with his father. He'll be left picking through scraps while his half-brothers inherit the real power considering his mother is an Omega."

Characters: Malric – Xayden and Nox’s Eldest Son and Alpha of the Thunderstorm Pack (23 years old) Draven – Aaron and Rhys’ Eldest Son and King of the Supernatural Kingdom (23 years old) Third Person POV The prodigal son had returned. Not just victorious, but resplendent. A legend forged in flame and war. Malric, Alpha of the Thunderstorm Pack, stood tall and proud … but his heart twisted in his chest.

"That's not fair! I'm the youngest! Everyone always told me Olivia would inherit, so why would I even try?" "Perhaps that's exactly why your father structured it this way." I could see the realization hitting her—fifteen years of being the spoiled youngest daughter, and she could have been third in line if she'd just taken something seriously. "To my son, Liam Alexander Yaldon," I read, and the room went deathly quiet.

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e

“I agree with that assessment. And totally against what you want in your Harem if you run things the way you were suggested at the council last night.” “I’m thinking someone a bit older for the second as they're more likely to be more settled and are less likely to overstep to impress me or try and push back with you, not that it's allowed, but some closer to our age might.” “So that would be either Victor at twenty-five, Lucifer at twenty-four or Kane at twenty-three. All from very different backgrounds. Victor, the eldest of the three, the pack’s baker's eldest son, Lucifer, second-eldest of three, who is the eldest son of the pack's Healer and lastly Kane, the youngest, eldest son of one

That same year, my son took the throne, the youngest Alpha King in werewolf history. I’d fought my whole life. Finally, I could breathe. In my old age, I lay in bed and looked back over the long, brilliant, broken arc of it all. I closed my eyes. My name went into the records, and it would echo through history.

Garrett starts, "he actually happens to be my youngest son...Sebastian Harrison." A spray of coffee suddenly escapes my mouth and fans itself over the hardwood floor.

He then says, “I don’t really think that I would be Alpha material, but I have been watching some of the younger pups that have nothing to do with Valentino or Henry. Leo would probably take over from me as Delta…” “Wait… How many sons do you have and what ages are they?” “I have 5 sons. Leo, you met. He is my oldest at 19 nearly 20, then it is Arthur and Nate who are both 17 nearly 18 but not twins and then I have my twins who are 16 nearly 17. They are all top fighters and have good heads on their shoulders. Why?”