The Blood Ledger’s Favorite Heir Novels & Stories

"Niccolo." "Vinciguerra?" "Yes." "And?" Leandro opened the nightstand drawer and took out a silky cloth. It was a nightgown. Peach. Thin, short, and expensive-looking. "Who else was there with you?" "His uncle," I replied after a moment of hesitation. I'd rather stay alive tonight than lie to him and end up in a ditch with a bullet in my head. Or in pieces. Straight-faced and seeming satisfied with my answers, he helped me put on the nightgown, then stepped away and took something else out of the drawer.

"Oh no! I think I got the very best person for it. You see, I was led to you! I was led to pick you. That is why I know that you're perfect for this. This has always been your destiny." My destiny? The words sounded familiar to Summer. Like someone had said it to her before or she had heard it in her dreams, but she couldn't be too sure. "How? How will I even get into the Queenstrial? I'm not of noble blood." "Like I mentioned earlier, you would be disguised as my granddaughter. No one in the palace has seen her since she was six, they wouldn't recognise her." "And how will I find this gem you talk of?" "I will explain all this in due time. Be patient with me."

Grandma asked "There's no even need for that. The first and last one are quite easy but the second one is going to be a bit difficult so if you can pass the other two stages and meet the exact requirement, you'll automatically become the heir or heiress. The person with the highest profit wins and it must be two companies" she added "So..... Who are we starting with? Since we have only one male here, starting with him won't be a bad idea. John Campbell, step forward with your ledgers" Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief

He dropped the previously struggling girl's body to the floor and wiped a thin trail of fresh blood from his lips and pushed his now disordered hair back out of his eyes. "I had hoped your stock would be more compliant than last time, foreman. It really is quite disappointing to have such trouble on such a mundane errand." He brushed his hands off on his trousers and resumed his walk about the room. He skipped entirely over the table where the workers were obscured by crude protective equipment. "What is he looking for?" Lavinia asked. "He is very particular about his blood bags," replied the taller girl. She grimaced. "They say he likes his meals to be pretty."

Reality was pulling tight, like skin stretched to the breaking point. “What do I have to do?” I asked, my voice steady despite the terror. The woman turned to face me fully. Her silver eyes were not kind. They were predatory. “The Ledger isn’t just a book, Riley. It’s a mirror. It only holds power because people believe their stories were finished before they began. It feeds on your certainty.” She took my hands. Her touch was dry, ancient, and grounding. “A life for a life is old math. The Ledger understands sacrifice. It understands death. It loves tragedy.”

I’d grown accustomed to it. Today was a special day. The vampire royal family was hosting the festivities—a ceremony meant to select their next favored pet. The direct heir of this nation—the exalted Vampire Prince—would attend and choose one pet to claim as his own. Mr. Cliff kept trying to win the prince’s favor with the pets he presented, but he got rejected every single time. It made him try harder, cleaning and dressing up all the children to ensure they looked their best. “Clean up this blood,” he said before turning on his heels and leaving.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

Something I didn’t like. I reached for it, but Roman’s hand shot out, stopping me. “Don’t touch it.” “Why not?” “Because that,” he said slowly, “is a blood ledger. A record of every kill, every betrayal… and every debt. Written in the blood of the victim.” My skin crawled. “So whose debts are in there?” Roman’s gaze locked on mine. “Yours. Your mother’s. And your uncle’s.” The room went still. My hands curled into fists at my sides. “Then we finally have proof.”

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.”

After all, even though I had always been obedient and gentle, I had zero tolerance when it came to betrayal. “Yvonne, do you really understand?” I nodded, curling my lips into a bitter smile. “Zayn, we both have to think of the family. I understand you need an heir. After all, the Levine mafia empire is vast. Someone has to inherit it. “If you think it would be easier, you can bring Whitney home so that she’s cared for. That way, I’ll feel reassured too.” Joy spread across his face when I said those words. He let out a long sigh of relief.