Sinful War With Rebel Heir Novels & Stories

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

, the leader spoke with a quite dread, emphasizing each of his words, “…and I won't hesitate to kill you for good. I've waited so long for this day. I've prepared for it and I finally deserve it. The son you left behind is nothing to speak of, just like his father. I'm ashamed I share bonds with you. You talk about morals when the son from your very own bowels killed You. Your son killed you!…” “He didn't kill me. He saved me, Pablo. He saved me from your curse. A brother cursing his own very blood. How unthinkable? Your rebellion has turned you into a shadow… mare shadow seeking a body to own and you shall not find any. You know why? Because you're not worthy to live…” Before he ended his s

Kai says, then laughs at my confused expression. “How? Bastien is not an ally-!” “But he was an ally before, and from what he has told me, he has still continued to be despite everything.” Kon scoffs. “Have you forgotten the dead warriors on the floor of The Slip and his declaration of war alongside Azura? I hope you do not believe this bullshit, Kai.” He says, crossing his arms. Kai looks at me, then back at Kon. “Father has Bastien’s mate and child along with Azura’s first-born heir; they’re being made to fight this war for him so that he can get back the Teardrop.” He says, flooring the both of us.

"What fucking Legacy?! Father and our brother spent so much time fighting endless wars, caught up in vendettas with other packs, that they were destroying their own people, not helping them. It’s only since my reign that we’ve finally had peace, with no bloodshed, can't you see that?." "And you think that justifies bringing her here?" Reuben’s gaze flicked to me, as if I were nothing more than a pawn in some twisted game. "You’re planning to marry the daughter of an enemy, one who killed countless of our people. Do you really believe that you have any sense at all?"

Yet he doesn't seem as vile as the stories portray him to be. A bit rough, a short temper, which is understandable considering who I am, the daughter of his enemy, the man that took the life of his own father in a war. I'm a prize to dangle in the face of my father. However, I feel as if my father would allow my death to come before he ever came here to take me back. He would never start a war over the likes of me, he'd probably see this as a blessing to get me away, knowing I couldn't challenge my brother for the rights of Alpha considering I am his first born and rightful Heir.

he said then walked out of the room and carefully closed the door behind him. I gazed at the door, anger bubbling within my chest but I knew any sudden movement would just bring me more pain. I should live and repent. Was I really the sinner in all this? I'd only ever fought for what was mine, for what I wanted so why should I be punished for it, why should I have to suffer after being dealt with such a hand? How could I live a good life when Eve was still alive? She was my first kill, the first soul I thought I'd defeated and now I was finding out that she was alive and rich beyond measure. How could I possibly live when she was breathing the same air I did?

"And his heir used the opportunity to start the slaughter." My mind spins. My throat closes up. "My pack." The words barely leave my lips. My vision blurs, hot tears pressing against my eyes. I inhale shakily. "You said… his heir?" "Yeah," he confirms, leaning back. I lift my head, my body shaking with fury. "He has two heirs," I whisper. "Tristan Sinclair and Thorne Sinclair." I step forward, voice trembling, fists clenching. "Which of these bastards started this war and destroyed my pack?"

I tried to stand up to stretch my abdomen and ease the pain that I felt, but he kicked me in my inner thigh, bringing me to his knees and at his mercy again. "Because of your anger, you committed murder. But you didn't just commit murder. My own son - the heir to my throne killed the heir to another throne who was the only son of my long time friend. You didn't just commit murder, Cassian. You committed an abomination that could take away the throne from our lineage. You broke a long time bond that has been going on for ages between silvermist and Lebinnin. You started what could turn out to a bloody war that other enemies will take advantage of. Why don't you just kill me, Cassian?!", He gr

“I thought if I kept all of this hidden, it would protect you. That pretending the past didn’t exist would make it go away. But it didn’t.” I glanced toward the horizon, where the smoke still rose. “The past came for us anyway.” I stepped down from the platform, closer to them now. My voice was softer, but it carried even deeper. “My father’s sins built the war that we fought tonight. His choices gave birth to the man who wanted to destroy you. And I am what’s left of both of them his heir and his punishment.” Ethan’s gaze fell on me, silent. I could feel the pack’s heartbeat fast and uneven, like the forest itself was listening.

My advisors did not dare speak, did not dare move as the anger within me crystallized into something sharper, colder. There was only one option left. Only one option to take back what Hailey had stolen from me. I needed allies. And I knew exactly where to find them. Flora. David. Hailey thought she had won? She thought this war was over? She was not aware of the hell that she had unleashed upon the planet. And after I was finished— She would cry for mercy. I'd never show it to her, though. With one final, angry explosion of air, I disappeared into the darkness—and took my dead, cold daughter with me. Let the war begin.