Stolen Heirloom Botw Novels & Stories

I curled my lip at the fact. The text between those lines… 'I will make this last correspondence brief, as it is a summary of our exchange,' the second row said. I almost breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the Moon Goddess. How convenient. 'In order to lend my forces, you offer me your greatest treasure as a gesture of absolute trust.' No relief there. I quickly put the pieces together: Haveloek traded his daughter because she was, apparently, who he loved most, in exchange for Connor's Epsilon.

He says, already steeling himself for another bomb. And it comes in the form of a smile from Marle. “The one stolen was a fake and is currently in the diadem atop the female Alpha Azura’s head. The real one is hidden in your vault and requires the eyes of a true Alpha heir of Xamnir’s to find it.” She says and walks out. “Always something,” I murmur again, and Kai lets out an exhausted sigh. “Always something,” he repeats, and the both of us walk out of Dimitri’s study, knowing another issue will become a major one.

"Cillian, stop stalling. If you don't sign, we'll get lawyers involved and sue you for illegally occupying the Harrison family assets." Nathan joined in. "Yeah, give back what you stole from Arthur." Arthur didn't say anything. He just watched me with those eyes so much like Claire's, barely hiding his smugness. I took a deep breath. "Fine." I picked up the pen and signed my name.

Every breath felt like inhaling crushed glass. ​Yet, my frozen fingers remained clamped tightly around the heavy, black velvet pouch tucked deep within my innermost tunic pocket. It didn't just contain the Starlight Quicksilver Jace had stolen. During my desperate flight through the Western palace, I had taken an even greater risk, infiltrating my father's private sanctuary to steal Supreme Alpha Richard’s personal royal crest stone—a jagged, obsidian relic pulsing with an eerie, hidden warmth.

Hunting. Her stomach tightened. “What did they take?” “Not sure yet. Something important,” he said. “Something tied to… the bloodlines. Whatever the Heir wanted before, the Crown, maybe. They’ve got it now.” Nora’s jaw clenched. She knew what he meant. The pendant. The one that had been stolen from Luna's vault months ago. Every lead she had chased since then had been a dead end, but now it was back in play, in the wrong hands. And the Silver Ash never lost.

Yet here she was, hesitating. Jordan stared at the pear blossom jewelry on the stage, her face scrunched in confusion. Her mother’s heirloom... Jordan didn’t want to believe it, but she felt that the pear blossom jewelry was calling to her. If it really was her mother's heirloom, and she didn’t take it home, she would regret it for the rest of her life. If Westley found a way to get it for her in the future, he would surely use it to blackmail her. He would make her repay him.

But the heir’s stare was steady, unyielding. “My mother was of the Shadowblood line,” he said at last. “I inherited… this.” He gestured vaguely to the darkness curling at his boots. “I didn’t know what it meant until the Creed found me.” “And now?” she asked. “Now I know they’ll never stop coming.” A knock at the door broke the moment. One of the scouts stepped in, snow melting from his cloak. “My lady. You need to hear this.” The heir straightened. “Speak.”

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

Hindi na siya naghintay pa na makarating sa classroom niya at kahit nasa field pa lang kami ay binuksan na niya ang regalo ko. “Pinuntahan namin ‘yong store kagabi. Out of stock na agad sila,” sambit pa ni Clara. “Purple pa talaga ‘yong binili mo! Hindi ko pa birthday pero feeling ko birthday ko na agad ngayon!” Naiyak na talaga siya. Natatawa na lamang namin siyang pinanood ni Clara. “OMG, girls! Look at what Brooklyn’s holding!” “It’s the latest phone from minkapp store!”

Eilís stepped into her space, forcing her to look up at him. “You thought to lay your hands on her in the middle of my father’s hall? To accuse her of theft like a common cutpurse?” “It is a sapphire, Your Highness,” a voice called out from the crowd, emboldened by the safety of numbers. My fist tightened. What reason would I have stolen a sapphire when I had dozens embroidered into my wedding gown? “A family heirloom,” another whispered, the sound carrying easily in the hushed hall. “And the humans are desperate. Who could blame her for wanting something to take back to that crumbling estate?”