Myth Heir Clan Boss Novels & Stories

I looked at our family, broken, rebuilt, forged in blood and obsession, and smiled. The hidden heir had become the mother of legends. The Reaper had found his equal. And together, with our children, we would face whatever came next. The underworld would never be the same.

You're quite beautiful, so I think you can repay your father's debt by selling your body to those crazy men over there. Anna really couldn't believe what she had just heard. 'W-what? What the fucking crazy you are? you crazy bastard!' 'Well, it's up to you to curse or whatever at me. But I'll be back in a month. Make sure you have the money...' The loan sharks immediately left, leaving Anna who was confused now. 'Arghh!!!' ****

“But don’t run. Because she is coming. And she will not stop until your head is on the altar of the Severed Crown.” Alya turned back to the fire. She clenched her fists. And felt the sword pulse at her back—warm. Ready. “No more running,” she said. “Tell your soldiers. We ride at dawn.” ~~~ Far in the north, the twin heir stood in a temple of blood and frost. The black blade in her hand pulsed once. “She’s gathering an army,” one of her generals said. The twin smiled. “So am I.” She turned to the cages behind her.

Heir-Hunters were Crown weapons bred for one purpose only, to find and kill any pup born outside the bloodline rules and right now his entire focus was locked on my stomach. He lunged straight at me and the last thing I saw was Kael roaring my name as the monster closed the distance.

I demanded, staring each of them in the face. The one with the ancient book pulled it open and swiped through the pages, "For the time will come when the offspring of the one who fought so hard to gain a place in the realm will pose as the gateway to restore the glory of the Sorcery clan" He read out loud from the book before turning to me, unsmiling. "Now is that time, Nyx Uren, princess of the Uren pack and the heir to the Sorcery clan" I tried to process all they were saying but it felt like I was not hearing correctly.

The moment he tore my clothes and forcefully entered me, he knew, I knew, that the last strings of love that tied me to him snapped into two. “Do you think she’s dead” A voice seeped into my distorted ears. A foot jabbed my stomach twice, “I think not. She’s just… sated” laughter laced his tone at the last word, followed by the ones of his cohorts. “You did well” Another spoke, this time, papery and shaky, somewhat old. The alpha’s mother- a vile woman. “you think she is with child now?” odetta asked. “give it time. Right now, the seed inside her is weaving a baby in her . It won’t be long before she is confirmed with a child. and an heir to the throne.” She chuckled.

I drawled, twisting my braid into a tight bun. “I, we,” he stammered, his eyes blazed as he stepped towards me. “Who are you,” he demanded. “You know you I am.” I stood tall, my voice rang clear and rippled with power “I am the heir of The Blood Moon pack, one of the oldest packs broken from The Moon Goddesses original pack.” “I am the daughter of Alpha Christian and Luna Lilian.” I stepped toward him. My rage lapped up, and I let it roam free.

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

I stand there, panting, trying to clear my thoughts of the tiredness. I need to find a way to change this "last mission" of the heir. I don't know why he ran away, but I'm sure he'll be back. I can't run away forever, especially when he has a physical advantage. Any kid my age would easily accept a hug, but I'd rather die in battle. That's why they made it his final mission. Wait, the heir is under the tutelage of a new teacher since we arrived in Castile, since according to reports his last teacher is at home due to injury in battle. The only teacher in Castile who knows me so well is. . .