Oblivion Find The Heir Novels & Stories

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

I felt Maison's hand cover mine where it rested on my abdomen, his protective presence a constant comfort. "Then it is settled," Elder Pyraxis declared, performing one final elaborate gesture that left trails of darkness and fire briefly shimmering in the air. "The Heir of Obsidian will visit his ancestral territories at the solstice, accompanied by his human parents. There he will meet his blood kin and begin to understand the heritage that flows through his veins." "And learn about this guardian bond," Tuccus added, his gaze meeting mine with newfound purpose. "If Hope truly has chosen me for this role, I need to understand what it means."

These records must contain the means of defeating him. Killian gave a nod. "Then we continue to search." I was on the verge of giving up after hours of looking—until Killian's voice broke the stillness. "Nyla... I discovered something. He displayed an old scroll with ripped corners and hardly readable ink. I read the sentences out loud while my stomach churned. "When the blood of the Crimson Heir spills upon the earth, the Forgotten King shall rise again." I tensed up. "My blood must completely return for him."

The one no heir was supposed to ever wake. The one Rhett had sworn to bury forever. But somehow— It had chosen Alina. Behind them, Livia staggered back, her confidence shattering. “That’s impossible,” she whispered. “You— you shouldn’t exist. Not through her.” Alina—no, the thing in her—turned its head slowly toward Livia. “You tried to steal what belongs to me,” it hissed. “A foolish daughter. A broken heir.” Livia’s face drained of color. “You can’t be him. You— you’re dead. Father killed you.”

“Should the line break, the heir shall inherit the duty. The vow cannot be undone, only passed. One child must always remain, or the chain of guardianship ends, and darkness claims the world.” Olivia dropped the book into her lap. She was not just her mother’s daughter. She was the last surviving heir. Her entire life, she had been told she was ordinary. A wife. A woman meant to keep a house, to follow, to endure. But she was more. She had blood that carried a vow older than Ethan, older than her mother’s marriage, older than the lies. She whispered, “I was never meant to be just a wife.” The attic seemed to exhale with her. Dust drifted from the beams, and the air felt lighter.

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.

Riven caught her before she hit the floor. The voice continued, unfolding like a memory trapped in crystal: **“I was betrayed. Not by outsiders, but from within our bloodline. Your uncle sought to twist the magic of our house, to bind it to his will. He took the Tribunal's fears and fed them poison. They let him strip me of everything… and soon, he will come for you.”** The memory flickered. The room grew colder. **“Find the Hollow Key. It lies beneath the moon’s eye—where roots meet bone. Only then can you open the Gate.”**

She walked into Roverthhood not as prey, not as outcast— but as the daughter of Robin Sterling, the forgotten heir. And in her silence, vengeance took root. ---

"Or on second thought, I should add that you must reject that bitch and make me your next Luna. I must assure Hezekiah that he will be your heir only." I clenched my hands. This freaking witch... She was asking too much already. "I have never decided on having Hezekiah as my next heir. I have already decided to have Sander—No! Hazel, stop!" Desmond and I gasped in horror when Hazel stabbed Sander's chest.

She stumbled up from the sofa, grabbed his arm with both hands, and shook her head frantically. “Damian, listen to me. I did this for you. I did this for the pack.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. Every head turned toward me. “For him?” I said. “You mean you found another man’s child and tried to pass it off as the Vale heir?” Selene flinched as if I had struck her. The elders did not. Their anger came all at once. “Do you understand what fraud against the bloodline means?” Cedric Vale thundered.