Oblivion Find The Heir Novels & Stories

Looking down at the note in my hand I couldn’t believe the irony of the situation, she had always known that there was a really good chance that she would get killed, but all that mattered to her was keeping her son safe. Groban was the rightful heir to the throne, his fathers’ throne. And now it was up to me to do the right thing and find the first of the thirteen tribes, the strongest and most powerful of them all, the alpha and luna of the children of Gaia. The note gave instructions on how to find them, then it gave explicit instructions on what to do once I did. Except I was supposed to have brought Groban with me, he was meant to be here so they could help him prepare for the battle to

and his very presence here was being used to fuel the destruction of everything he loved. "Then what do I do?" Blaze asked, his voice a broken sob. "I’m stuck in a mind-palace while my brothers are being slaughtered by a child wearing your face." "You have to find the frequency," Rhea said, her eyes growing dim as the shadow-chains tightened around her throat. "The Heir is a reset, Blaze. It wants silence. You have to find the one thing that is louder than the void. You have to find the sound of the heart that hasn't been emptied."

He stood. "Secure her. Keep her breathing. I'm going to find the generator." He sprinted down the hall, down a corridor that smelled of dust and ozone. The deeper he went, the colder it got. Like Umbra tech had left ghosts behind. Then he heard it. A soft hum. Then a whisper from the wall’s speaker grid. "The heir is ready." The voice wasn’t human. It was fractured code. Digital prophecy. "The heir is ready." "The heir is ready."

“Found this on one of Jade’s operatives. Audio message.” Grace pressed play. A voice echoed through the room. It was Roland Ashford. “If you’re hearing this, my daughters have gone to war. One wants my empire. The other, my soul.” Grace froze. “I left behind one final heir. One who was never activated. One who doesn’t even know what they are yet. Find them before Jade does.” The message ended. Grace’s world spun. Another SEED. A hidden heir. Possibly more dangerous than all of them combined.

We had lit everfire torches, courtesy of Moira, to fend off the darkness, though they did little against the cold. I recalled our previous visit during spring break when we discovered the vault beneath the Ember Hills and learned the truth about Obscura’s origins and the Founding Houses. Names carved in stone haunted my thoughts: Cillian Hawthorne, Selene Nerezza, Alaric Everly, and Seraphine Aurelian—my ancestor, the dragon who united the clans until the last great war. Her legacy echoed softly in the tomb, and the place never felt empty; it hummed.

"As the battle intensified as it prolonged, it became increasingly difficult to hide them from the Divine Order. It won't be long before the Divine Order finds them and sends them into reincarnation. "Which is why…" Olivia explained. "Alright. How do I get to the Elf Clan Holy Land?" Chase bit his lip as he asked. He had no idea that he had become an orphan because of this. His greatest wish since being brought up by his master was to find his parents and the seven sisters he grew up with.

Lucian: "Direct action. I break in, grab the ledger before they do. No nonsense." And Shay: "Lila, I'm sorry I wasn't there. The heir thing— we talk in person. For now, choose me again publicly. Renew vows to satisfy the deadline, then annul if needed. Love you." Their voices blended into a chorus of support, each offering pieces of a puzzle. Hours passed in whispers, Madam Lavigne chiming in with ancestral lore. "The amulet—your great-grandmother hid it. Clues in the ledger's margins."

“The Crestborne Mark. It must be on his chest—that will help us identify him, even among millions. Our heir is one of a kind.” “But… can we risk that? If the enemy discovers the heir is alive, and worse, that he has a child, they will come for him. They will destroy the child,” Malin says, his voice trembling with fear. My Luna trembles harder at his words, and I glare at him, warning him into silence. “Then the search must be done in secret,” I say gravely. “No one must know he lives.” “Alright, Alpha!” Olia rises to his feet with a sharp bow. “I will gather the men. We must begin at once.” He hurries from the room.

The tablet cracked in Luna’s hands, revealing something buried deep within: A hidden rune, glowing blood-red. As it flared to life, a voice echoed through the cave walls — deep, ancient, and commanding. “The heir has awakened.” Luna’s breath caught. Heir… to what? Magnus stepped back. “This changes everything.”

"Your father was the last known heir. When he died, everyone believed the royal line died with him." He looked at my stomach. "But the old records spoke of something else." "What?" Aldren took a slow breath. "An ancient prophecy." The word sent a chill through the room. Not again, another prophecy, another secret and another destiny I never asked for. He continued. "It said that when the lost heir returned, the blood of Aurelis would awaken again." His eyes met mine. "The heir would survive, and from that heir would come a child who would unite what was broken."