The Blood Ledger’s Favorite Heir Novels & Stories

A mother’s voice rang out, sharp and trembling as she faced them. “I will never…I will never sacrifice her!” A cold and commanding voice of an old man, cut through the room. “For two hundred years, our family has fed on female blood. It is tradition. It is necessary.” The mother’s hands shook as she gripped the tiny figure of her daughter. “No… this is not her fate. she’s just a child! How can you all be so cruel?!”

“It will require things that only you possess. Your bloodlines. Your experiences. Even the things you have spent your life trying to escape.” My stomach twists. “Will you accept?” I do not hesitate. “Yes. I will accept.” Fear runs through me as I say the words. I have no idea what she wants from me. What I do know is that I could never turn down a request from Selene. My entire life has been spent serving her, whether I understood it or not. “The blood that runs through you is unique, my child.” The stream suddenly seems louder. “You carry both witch and werewolf blood.”

The Glamour Gift settled inside me, warm and dangerous. The library windows rattled. The red moon dimmed. The man's body began to fade into mist. "The gifts have been delivered," he said. "May each heir pay what she owes." "You had your turn in the last life," she said. "This one belongs to me." I looked at my sister and smiled back. Poor Lydia. She still believed the Scholar Gift had made me great. She had no idea what it had taken from me. And she had no idea that every gift from the Blood Ledger came with a bill.

I lifted my eyelids. They weren’t brown anymore. They were gold and red and mine. I glanced at Victor. I have communicated with each voice that had once cherished me. “This bloodline is not for sale.” I thrust the ripped ledger directly into the heart positioned above the altar. The heart shattered. Not with fire. With gold.

“She needs to die.” His lips curved slightly again, “No,” he said again. “She does not.” My breath hitched, “Then what exactly are you saying?” I demanded. He leaned closer and when he spoke again, his voice dropped to something almost like a whisper. “You should be aware that she is a Blood Anchor, that means, she is not something to be destroyed.” "Her blood is meant to be put into good use, not destroyed." My stomach dropped as a cold realization crept in slowly.

I wanted to share the news with Damian and bring him with me. My mother agreed. She gave me their numbers and sent me back. I walked home with my heart racing, already imagining his face when I told him everything. But the moment I reached the door, I heard voices inside that made my blood run cold. “Sign it tonight,” Catherine said sharply. Then Damian answered, low and tense, “How am I supposed to explain this to Serena? I’m afraid she’ll refuse to let go.” Catherine’s voice rose at once. “What exactly are you afraid of? You are the only direct heir of the Vale bloodline. This pack is still waiting for your successor. Selene is already carrying a pup. Are you not going to give her proper s

'Anna, you-‘ 'And listen, I don't need your help! so, just ignore me, I'm just your servant, never be more than that, especially your bitch!' Anna said in a cold tone. And her words were more than enough to make Liam completely silent and stunned by it. She immediately left with emotional steps, leaving Liam behind. And after Anna left, came from behind Liam, the sound of clapping and very loud laughter. ‘HAHAHA’ 'Wow, what an amazing scene! So dramatic! Liam Lawson, the young master and THE HEIR of the Lawson group, was just rejected by a servant, hahaha!'

The heir looks at me as if I were his worst enemy, it is understandable, I feel the same way. — Then apologize to the little prince first, I heard you owe him some apologies. — Is she really not taking my side? So now I have to share my personal maid (and according to herself, my responsible adult) with the heir. Your Highness shows me his tongue contesting that he think like me. At least he is not crying anymore.

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

The heartbreak of that realization had me out the door, searching for fresh air as I stripped my clothing off, my body bulking to shift as I broke into a run before the slam of a door behind us and his strong voice halted it. “A stór.” It was commanding, soft, demanding, and a plea all in one, but the fall of liquid from my face told me not to turn around. I couldn’t get lost again. I needed to remember who I was. I am an Heir. Sacrifice was always a possibility. I am one. The pack is many. My blood runs through theirs. I needed to get back to them but I was trapped here. The gate was too high, too thick. My only hope would be Nixon.