Myth Heir Clan Boss Novels & Stories

I echoed, feeling the weight of his revelation. Kim nodded. "Yes, and she commands with an iron fist. There are only two clans in this forest now; my father's and Arit's. If you want to stop her, you must let her know that her leader has fallen to you." The fire crackled between us, casting scary shadows on Kim's face. His eyes were intense, filled with a mixture of fear and determination. "Arit won't be easy to defeat. She’s not just a warrior; she’s a strategist. If she learns that my father is dead and you killed him, she might see you as a new power to be reckoned with. But if she doesn’t, she will slaughter anyone who trespasses into her domain."

“The true heir of the Black Dragon Clan. Chen Naomi.” That name made Cale stare at him in silence.

He sounded unsure of that last. I smirked. “Guess they overexaggerated.” I sat down on the seat in front of his desk, leaving behind Mara who stayed near the door. Afraid of meddling in between us. “I’ll go straight to the point,” I said. “Which clan has a circular crest adorned with intricately drawn lines that form outstretched wings?” The boss’s eyes flickered in recognition but hid it with a crooked smile, flashing his gold teeth. “Ah, you mean the fallen ones.”

She just looked like the ghost of her former self. Sharon cried the more. 'You are really lucky that all that I have tried to do away with you have failed so far. The next attempt will not, I assure you. So it is better you kill me now because if I get another chance to get close to you again, then you will not go Scot free. Enjoy it while it lasts and be grateful that your daughter was found alive'.

Immediately, his face turned dark. “I don’t need you to remind me!” His facial muscles contorted in anger. Seeing Kyle was wavering, Antonette continued to exert herself. “Kyle, if you want to make something better in your life, I can give you a hand, as long as you help me to prove my identity. I guarantee I’ll support you to contend with Brian for the position of heir to the William throne. “Enough with this, it’s all empty promises.” Kyle slowly turned around. Only indifference was left on his face.

Like I’m a king or something. “You are destined for the throne, Lucas.” I stopped laughing. I’m destined to rule the Underworld? Isn’t that like greek mythology shit? Is she gonna tell me my real father’s Hades next? I burst out laughing again. It really is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. People in the diner started looking at us. Mismaia just looked at me, she looked annoyed. “Okay. Let’s say I believe you. How am I the rightful heir? Aren’t we twins? How do you know which one is which? Or we’re not identical. Is that how?” I rambled on.

Apparently, he knew how deadly the Hunter Family was. "It is unfortunate that your partner is going to face a merciless death soon. The City of Marr is the strongest Clan to exist, it is impenetrable. Even if he survives Green's army, that artifact won't be of much use anyway." I said and he frowned. "I have a pretty deep understanding about such artifacts but this one in particular is only going to give Green a near death experience and let's not forget Zeus." I rewarded him with predatory looks. "I hear he's very deadly now." I resumed my drink again but the Dragon Lord was still speechless.

“She’s tied to the magic somehow.” They crept closer through the brush, the scent of ozone and ash thick in the air. The scouts spoke in low voices Kael barely caught, something about “orders from the Heir” and “the resonance patterns forming near the mountain pass.” Then Kael froze. The Heir. That title hadn’t been used since before the fall of the old packs. Lira glanced at him. “You don’t think” “It can’t be her,” Kael whispered. “Not like that.”

The Elder Clan wolves recoiled, their stoic forms momentarily shaken by the direct communication from the Earth elementals they supposedly revered. Their faces registered profound shock they had been so focused on creating the Ice shield that they had willfully ignored the destruction they were causing to the Earth. Elder Lyra dropped the Obsidian stone. It hit the frozen ground and cracked, the message delivered. She stared at me, the confusion and elemental horror palpable in her thoughts. Who is this Heir? What power does she command? I delivered Ronan’s final command, the only words I was allowed to speak. "The Earth weeps. The Heir of the Continental Alpha seeks an audience with the Eld

“Lachie, listen to me. The Iron Fang and the Night Claws have launched a great, coordinated attack. Your father needs you safe. You are the Heir. You can't be on the front lines yet. You are being pulled out to the palace fortress.” “No,” Lachie stated, shaking his head. “My duty is here. My father is fighting. I will not hide.” Zara and Flinn shifted behind Kael, their powerful forms filling the cave entrance, blocking the light. “Alpha Heir, this is not a request,” Kael said, stepping closer. “The code phrase is ‘The moon is shadowed.’ It means immediate extraction. You must come willingly, or we will have to subdue you.” Lachie’s eyes glowed gold. “You will try to subdue the Alpha Heir? I