Sinful War With Rebel Heir Novels & Stories

“You need to think like a hunter. We need to find a wolf influential enough to crush her.” She paused, the air in the room turning cold. “And forget about Ethan. He’s weak, and he won’t help us deal with that bitch. You need a male with real fangs.” Vanessa’s head whipped up. “Mom, you mean—” “Yes.” Freya’s eyes sparkled with a calculating glint. “Only the Draven heir can help us turn this around.” ‘If Vanessa manages to snag the High Alpha’s heir,’ Freya mused, ‘I won’t have to worry about Aria ever again!’

With a face full of grief, I swung the club in a wide arc and brought it down on Violet's calf with brutal force. "He's a fake heir, and you're the real daughter! You'd betray your own parents for some outsider? You've been possessed by a demon!" I kept swinging, shouting my heartbreak with every strike. "Vi, we share the same blood—hurting you hurts me too! But for this family, for the Sanders name, I'm taking care of this villain today! I have to wake you up! A family that stands together thrives! We have to cut out the cancer!"

I would not allow that. Only one other person had ever known the full truth: Cordelia, Lucian’s mother. She was safe in Germany now not imprisoned, not mistreated, simply unable to leave until I decided otherwise. A handful of men watched her. No one else knew the arrangement. Cordelia had been a good wife once. Kind. Careful. Then curiosity took root in her the same way it had in Lucian, and she could no longer be trusted to stay silent. I could not risk the same pattern repeating with my remaining son. Lucian only needed the slightest push and he would investigate until it killed him. He was my last heir. I refused to watch him throw away an entire empire for something as temporary and stu

The words looked rushed, and the thick red liquid was slowly dripping down toward the floor. I moved closer, my heart turning cold as I read the message carved into the stone. THE SUNFALL HEIR LIVES. THE BLOOD DEBT WILL BE PAID IN GOLD AND FIRE. A wild, furious roar burst from my chest. I swung my broadsword and drove it deep into the stone wall, just beneath the bloody message. The blade sank several inches into the hard surface. They hadn’t simply hidden her away. They were planning to use her to start a war.

My feet found the ground, trembling but planted. The crowd gasped. Chase's eyes went wide with something I'd never seen on him before — fear, raw and unguarded. My legs shook violently. My teeth ground against each other so hard I tasted blood. And underneath the pain, something else stirred — dark, cruel, and utterly intoxicating. Revenge. "And I—" My voice cracked, stammering through the agony. "I, Ophilia of the Makasi Moon Pack — refuse to accept the Alpha's rejection."

He pressed his nose on her skin, inhaling her scent she relaxed more in his arms. “My sin cost the life of a woman I cherished. There was nothing I could do to save her. But the constant war has affected the people so much that someone began a rebellion.” The shadow exhaled. “They planned to usurp the throne. I had to defend the throne as well as the kingdom. With my mate gone, you were the only thing that anchored me to sanity. I had to be strong. I had to fight to keep you alive, my only heir.” Reyna lifted her head to see fresh tears streaming down his face. She brushed them off and he braved a smile despite his pain.

Oh Santiago, it wasn’t the perfect time to send me this. I swiped again and the man’s face came into the limelight. He was Mariano Roman; Lorenzo’s son. Ahhh FUCK! I slammed the phone on the ground and yelled till my throat was in my mouth. She was with him. No. No. No. No. No. NOO! My head involuntarily had a fit of tremor, it would explode any second. How could she be with our son’s rival? Did she know his family killed her mother? I would burn her down if she’d ever think of him ever again. Enough with the freedom that she was misusing.

he said casually. I pulled her by the arm. "Why? What for? Why do we seem to bother them so much?" He faced me. "You are the grandson and an heir of La Arma Countryspy, where you are, we should be there." "I do not understand." I want to ask him so many questions but I don't know where to start or how to ask. He messed up my hair. "Let it go. Trust us." Ali took it by the hand.

“Very much.” Brayden pouted and twisted his lips. He has been silent for too long. He’s certain Damon was thinking he has already given up from the fight. He’s aware though. He was shaken for a while because of what they found out from the Woodfawn. He was confused and didn’t know if attacking the rebels or the second Red Blood pack would be worth it. He didn’t know if his father was indeed a hero or a villain as how the scrolls in the Woodlawn has painted him. But he realized something now. Regardless of what transpired in the past, the present conflict cannot still be healed between them. It was Damon who started this war by sleeping with his mate and impregnating her with his heir.

“But— but how’s that possible? That only one child has the mark and the others Don’t? “Well legend has it that a war broke out when a prince that was born out of wedlock tried to forcefully claim the throne. He claimed to be the rightful heir because he was raised in the palace but the people refused.... He also refused to back down and it caused a war that resulted in countless unnecessary bloodshed. It finally only stopped when he was killed and my ancestor inherited the throne. It is said that after that incident, the goddess marked every true heir to the throne with this birthmark to avoid another blood shed. And that’s why my people kill any bastard child, or any child born out of wedlo