Oblivion Find The Heir Novels & Stories

CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT It was 7 : 43am. Dom was in the therapy room doing the gentle morning routine David had mapped out for the two-week protocol and she was at the counter with coffee and her phone when the notification came through. GREGORY HALE, PATRIARCH OF HALE GROUP, ARRESTED IN CONNECTION WITH HIGHWAY CONSPIRACY INVESTIGATION. She read it twice. She set the phone face down on the counter, picked up her coffee and drank from it. She tried to steady her shaky fingers as she tried to digest it and map up a way to break the news to Dom.

Must be a higher official's son. "Nice strategy but that won't work. You will easily be surrounded if you all clump together during a fight.", Clayton is talking about their stance. They must have thought staying together would make them a stronger force... Which is stupid for him. His eyes went pitch black while standing to let them know who he is. "H-hunter ...", One of the kids,probably their leader, finally recognized him. At least they still know what his eyes project. Hunters. That's what they call them. Creatures created to balance humanity and vampires. They are basically halves of each sides. They can eat like humans in a normal basis. They could also drink blood if they feel like i

She read aloud: "The Moonblood heir carries our future. Surrender her willingly, or we take her through ash and bone." The room erupted. Voices raised in shock, confusion, anger. But I stayed silent, still turning over that symbol in my mind. Where had I seen it? Jake's hand found mine, squeezed once. A lifeline in the chaos. Around us, pack members shouted questions. Who was the Moonblood heir? How were they still alive? What did the rogues want with them? Marty raised his hand for silence. When he spoke, his voice carried to every corner of the room. "The Moonblood heir is here. Has been here for sixteen years." His eyes found mine again. "Erin Williams is the last of the Moonblood line."

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

“We are not broken. We are not leaderless. Blackpine stands because we stand together. And as long as I breathe, you will never face Alaric or his wolves alone. The howls that rose then weren’t hesitant—they were full-throated, fierce, united. But just as triumph surged, a scout stumbled into the courtyard, blood on his tunic, gasping for breath. “Message,” he wheezed. “From the border. From… them.” He held out a strip of parchment, stained and torn. Lyra’s stomach twisted as she unfolded it, the words scrawled in jagged ink: One heir is chosen. One will burn. The ridge was only the beginning. Her fingers tightened on the parchment, heat sparking through her veins.

How he brought down an empire with a single roar and burned a third of the vampire dominion in the space of a night. They think they killed that line. Buried it with fire and silence. But they didn’t know… The last heir was hidden in blood. And born into a storm. I close the cabinet, locking it with an incantation. Then I reach for my journal. Not the one I keep for public study, but the bound volume passed through my line for generations.

As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own. Pages flipped with invisible wind, landing on a single, ancient passage: “The phoenix is not born of ashes. She is born of betrayal. And when her flame chooses, it burns not for blood… but for truth.” A second page glowed beneath it: Names. Bloodlines. Truths. And then…A final entry: C-Alpha 00: Status — Confirmed Heir by Fire Next of Line: Undecided A final instruction blinked beneath: ‘Choose your successor.’ Her hand hovered over the glyph. Then—A scream echoed through the vault.

The scroll unfurled on its own, hovering just above the box. Words burned into the air: “To the rightful Heir of Blood and Hollow— Know that you were not the only crown. We kept one hidden. We bound her in sleep, not death. And now, she wakes.” Alya stared. Her blood turned to ice. “There’s another one.” Lucien’s hand tightened on his sword. “Not just another heir,” he said. “Another you. Trained by the old council. Raised in shadows. We thought she died before the fall.”

"Come on, don't play games in front of us, you three brothers; let's not buy any more time." "Tell you what, Madam Deputy Leader, if it's true that you have a son, please provide the DNA test results, place of birth date, and finally present the child here right now!" Calvin challenged, looking fed up with the conversation of the three brothers, which he considered to be an act.

"I've handed everything over, Mr. Alex. Also, a high payment to Mr. Brandon, but unfortunately, that mechanic has been buried for a while." Alef's body grew even more tense. "And one more thing." This time, Sebastian moved. He approached the girl who was under tight security. She looked down, visibly trembling in his hands. Sebastian felt like he wanted to hug her tightly to alleviate the fear she held. "The main heir of Group Azure."