Oblivion Find The Heir Novels & Stories

They did not struggle to see what is around since there are posts in every road side that is lighting the place. "How can we find them?" she asks, hissing. "This place is huge –" "There," Plian said, making Margo to stop and looked at what the old woman is pointing. "Talia loves nature and they probably went inside that garden. No one is allowed there and only reckless will do. That place is a harm." Margo swallowed. "What do you mean that that garden is a harm? That something there will eat someone?" Plian looked at her. "The owner of that garden is a grandfather and a girl, they say that they are creepy and is living in an underground. Let's get there."

Mavin said smugly. Kevin looked at his son and patted him on the shoulder, "That's my son, I see you're learning from your old man." "Yeah...he's taking too damn long to come out though." Mavin complained looking at his wrist watch. Little does he know that the heir everyone is waiting for, is the useless son in-law whom he humiliated back at the Roth Villa. "I'll be back, I need to make a phone call." Mavin said walking away from his dad.

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

His voice is final, an Alpha’s decree. My chest seizes. “You don’t get to decide—” He slams his fist onto the table, wood splintering. Kaelion startles, pressing into me. Kaelen’s voice roars like thunder. “He is my son! My heir! And I will not let him out of my sight again!” I rise slowly, clutching Kaelion close, my own wolf snarling in defiance. “And I will not let you destroy him the way you destroyed me.”

“Then you still lose.” Claire’s smile faded. “You think love makes him noble.” “No,” Aria replied softly. “It makes him unstoppable.” --- ### **THE REVEAL** Claire leaned back. “Then I suppose it’s time you learned the truth.” She tapped the tablet. A file opened. **Project Heir. Phase Two.** Aria’s breath caught. “Elijah wasn’t meant to be found,” Claire said calmly. “He was meant to replace Damian.” Aria stared. “You groomed him.”

Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes. "You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land." "I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood."

Ivy clutched her daughter tighter, while Jayden snarled, placing himself between the rift and his family. The Weaver’s voice rumbled again, shaking the world. “At last… my heir.” The sky split further, and a colossal hand of woven light and shadow began to push through the rift. The true sovereign was awakening.

"I told you before. Whatever comes, it comes for all of us." Salias nodded. "He's right. If this is connected to you, it's connected to us." Lucius placed his hand on my shoulder. "Together." The bond pulsed in my chest. Their strength. Their love. Their determination. I looked down at the parchment one more time. When the Queen of Blood awakens, the three heirs must return to where the blood began. I didn't know who had written it. I didn't know when or why. But I knew it was meant to be found.

“Bank accounts. Operatives. Politicians. Private military contracts. Every active member.” Alicia stared at it cautiously. “Why give this to us?” Evelyn looked directly at her. “Because your grandfather made one mistake.” “What mistake?” Alicia asked quietly. Evelyn’s eyes flicked briefly toward Alex. “He trusted the wrong successor.” The silence after that hit harder than shouting. Alicia looked slowly between them. Then understanding began creeping in piece by piece. “No,” she whispered. Alex’s jaw tightened immediately. “Alicia—” “You knew her before Harbor.”

“I already have.” As dawn broke, Evelyn stood in the war room again. The map of Viremont stretched across the table, dotted with red and black markers. Her council waited, tense, expectant. She placed a hand on the map, directly over the valley where she’d faced her double. “Send word to every loyal outpost,” she said. “The Black Heir is real. And she’s coming for more than the throne. She’s coming for me.” Lady Ilya hesitated. “Then what do we do, Your Majesty?”