Oblivion Find The Heir Novels & Stories

A voice unlike any I had ever heard whispered inside my mind. Not male. Not female. Older than either. "The last heir has been found." Every pillar of blue light blazed brighter. Far beyond the mountains, something enormous began to wake.

"He's been looking for her for years. If he found out she was alive " "He'd destroy her." "Yes." Isabella looked at the evidence spread before her. The emails. The contract. The paternity test. And now Miranda, a woman who had escaped Sebastian's grasp and was living in hiding because of it. "Your grandfather," she said. "Does he know? About any of this?" Damien's laugh was bitter. "My grandfather built Sebastian. He knows everything. He doesn't care." Isabella pulled out her phone. "Then we need someone who does."

Below, the mist began to crawl along the forest floor, glowing with an eerie, bioluminescent green. Snap. A branch broke fifty feet to her left. Elara froze, pressing her back against the rough bark. "I can smell your fear, little Omega," Genevieve’s voice echoed, seemingly from all directions at once. "It smells like rosemary... and desperation. Did you really think Silas would ever truly love a servant? He’s protecting his heir. You’re just the packaging he came in." Elara squeezed her eyes shut. Focus. It’s a hunt. Use the wind.

Professor Valtorius continued in a softer tone, "is the name given to you since your birth. You are the last descendant of the Blaise family's main line. That is why they sought you out and called you." Raven clenched her fists. "Who are they?" Professor Valtorius looked up at the now cloudy sky. "Those who wiped out your family. Those who wanted Blaise's power to fall into their hands." Raven frowned. "And this locket..." Professor Valtorius nodded. "It is the last remaining key to Blaise's power." Raven let out a long breath. Her head felt heavy with all the information she had just received. But before she could ask more questions, a loud explosion was heard in the distance.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

Dad opens his mouth. "No." I cut him off immediately. "I'm finding her." "I don't care if it takes days." "I don't care if it takes months." "I'm finding her." "I'll need help." "Our friends know Rowan almost as well as I do." "If I've overlooked something..." "They won't." Dad's eyes harden. "Then I'll Alpha Order every one of them to keep silent." I stare at him. "You are not ordering my friends." "They'll obey."

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

“Or perhaps… a warden, and afterwards she refined them.” A chill moved down my spine. “Refined from what?” I asked quietly. Cian’s gaze flicked to the window, where pale daylight filtered through. “Something older. Wilder. Unstructured.” My heart beat harder, “The Lost Bloodline.” His silence was enough confirmation. “In the fragments that survived,” he continued carefully, “there are references to cycles, to an age before the Moon’s dominion, when power was not centralized.” “Centralized?” I echoed.

Maya was with her, human and vulnerable but fierce in the way only mothers could be. And out there in the wilderness, a thing that had lived for over a century—a thing that had twisted itself into something unnatural in its quest for power—was moving toward them with singular purpose. The rogue's words echoed in his mind: Your daughter is the final piece. Whatever Vargr had started all those years ago, whatever monstrous transformation he'd begun and failed to complete, Ivy was the key to finishing it. Alec's hands curled into fists. He would burn the world before he let that happen.

It was all greens until the fading sun touched the never-ending horizon, reminding me of our clan's first ever business. A winery. I once thought I would inherit the business like my parents had originally imagined. But life happened, and some things didn't turn out the way they were supposed to. I had eventually left town to pursue another path. Not to make a name for myself, but to escape from the demons of my past that always haunted me in my nightmares. And despite my efforts to keep convincing myself the monsters were merely unpleasant memories, turns out life had more than unresolved night terrors coming for me.