Oblivion Find The Heir Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of a world that had moved on without him. "He'll never stop hunting us," Vivian said one evening, sitting by the fire in the new house. Her sister, Elena—the other Elena—lived with her now, healing from years of captivity. "Men like him don't know how." "Then we'll be ready," Riley said. "We'll always be ready. That's what an heir does—protects what was given." --- The second anniversary of Tata Pedro's death fell on a rainy Tuesday. Riley woke before dawn, kissed Kyle's sleeping shoulder, and walked to the orchard alone. The rain was soft, warm, the kind of rain that made things grow.

The light intensified, and then, with a final flash, it was over. Adrian was gone. Isabella fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Elder Samuel placed a hand on her shoulder. "His sacrifice was not in vain. The bloodline has been revealed." Isabella looked up, her eyes filled with determination. "Who is it?" Elder Samuel pointed to a symbol glowing on the floor where Adrian had lain. "The heir...is you, Isabella. You are the key to unlocking the relic's true power." Stunned, Isabella struggled to process the revelation. "But how? Why?"

the eldest elder spoke up, approaching me. “What!!!” I felt like I had been punched in the gut. "That's impossible," I exclaimed. "My dad's last wish was for me to become the heir. You can't just ignore that,” I yelled aloud at them, finding their rash decision ridiculous. The eldest elder shook his head as he cleared his throat. "The moon goddess always gives the heirloom to the rightful heir. And Lillian has the heirloom. We can't ignore the signs,” he mentioned. “Heirloom?”

“I need to read this.” “Go ahead,” Rowan said. “I’ll be in the squad room. Holler if you need anything.” When he left, Ava opened the journal. Pages of cramped handwriting spilled out like a confession. Drawings of crescent moons, pawprints, names she didn’t recognise. In the margins, her father had scrawled phrases: the blood debt, the prophecy, the Cross heir. Her breath quickened. One entry was dated only a week before his death. If the pact breaks, the heir must choose: the pack or the hunt. She will awaken under the blood moon.

Every rustle, every shift in shadow reminded me that the world beyond our pack was far more complex than I had imagined. By the time we emerged near the edge of our territory, the mist had begun to lift. The forest returned to its normal rhythm, yet the tension lingered. Something had been set in motion—something that tied our past, our blood, and our future together in a way that was impossible to ignore. Liora greeted us at the perimeter, her expression sharp, concerned. “What did you find?” she asked. I lifted a hand, showing her the faint mark of the sigil. “A trace of the Blackridge bloodline,” I said. “And… a warning. The Heir is real. Alive. And tied to Rowan’s family.”

“I just share the same last name as them.” Lila and Vivienne shared a glance of disappointment, their hopes deflating. They had secretly been wishing Julian was the last surviving Blackwood, the potential heir to a lost fortune and legacy. Clarissa hummed in response, clearly not satisfied. Her eyes flicked to Vivienne, who raised a curious brow. Neither of them looked convinced. However they were still holding out hope that he was at least some wealthy heir or a CEO. “What about Spencer?” Vivienne pressed, leaning forward slightly with renewed interest. “Did he work for your family or something?”

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

His father had disappeared after handing it over, melting back into the shadows like he’d never existed. But the data was real. Clarissa had confirmed it remotely… Project Helix wasn’t the only program. There were backups. Successors. Even neurological prototypes meant to control behavior on a cellular level. Project Eden. He felt his phone vibrate. Julian: She’s back. My mother. She wants war. Aiden replied: Then we give them hell. But before he could hit send, a message pinged into his inbox. From an anonymous source. No subject. One attachment.

“You – you said you need me and my spirit stone, right?” He looked at me with hard eyes. “I do.” “What do you intend to do with it?” “Only our king could answer that.” “Who is your king then?” “Our king is the great Apricusian leader – King Helion.” So, even the vampires are after this Shadow Rune relic… “Alright, you can have it, but you have to promise me one thing. You have to keep your word to Samalah. You must really help them out after this,” I said.

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.