Romans & histoires The First Heir Novel Read Online

I look at her. "Why?" "Magic." She says it like the answer should be obvious. "Girls tend to inherit the magical bloodline more consistently. Boys can inherit it, but it's much less common." She pauses. "So if your mother was part witch..." I stare at her. "Then having a girl first actually makes sense." I think about it. She's right. My parents had me first. And now I'm having a girl. "It's strange." "What is?" "That I've spent my entire life thinking there was something unusual about me..."

“They want what you carry. They want… our heir.” The words cut deeper than I expected. Heir. Not child. Not baby. Something political, powerful. Darius’s lips pressed into a grim line. “Not just an heir, Aria. A bloodline the Council has feared for decades. The prophecy of the First Alpha reborn.” My breath caught. “Prophecy?” Kael growled, low and warning, but Darius pressed forward.

He had landed himself in trouble! This was a disaster! Rachel’s next sentence made Chester even more flustered. “Philip Clarke is the heir to the main Clarke family. The one you kidnapped is the youngest princess of the main Clarke family.” Thump! In a flash, Chester staggered and almost lost his balance. How could this be…

The girl stood beside the hunter like a statue, silver rings circling her irises, her once-bright voice stolen, her soul somewhere else. Seraphine stepped forward, hand trembling, lips dry. “Kaela…?” The girl didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Only whispered, in a voice not her own: “Heir of flame. Daughter of Elira. You were warned.” The hunter stood behind her, arms crossed, emotionless. “We wanted to show you what happens when you love something more than your cause.” Seraphine’s flame flared — but dimly. Not because it was weak. Because she was shaking too hard to focus.

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

I don’t know, nor do I particularly care, either. This letter is to tell you that, as my only heir that is worth a bloody damn (your fool brother squandered the opportunity to inherit years ago, as you’re well aware), you can inherit this estate and everything inside of it if you find your father and give him a letter Mr. McDonnell will provide to you after you read this one.

The Heir Stirs Now. I looked at her. Her eyes didn't blink. “What heir?” I whispered. She looked up slowly. And whispered, “Mine.”

A repository of truths the current pack leadership probably wanted to be buried. Auren. My son's name came through my mind as my fingers moved over the title of a thick, navy-bound book that was labeled, "Phenomena in Half-Blood Heirs." I knew that I had found something large. I did not even hesitate as I pulled it off the shelf, sending a cloud of dust that circulated in the air that made me sneeze. I opened the book to have a knowledge of what was inside. The script was ancient, the letters were formed in a way that made them so hard to read at first, but I adjusted my eyes.

"But I created the blood that flows through your veins." Kael's chest tightened. "You are lying." "I wish I were." The man sighed. "I was once called Lucien. The First Heir." Aster's eyes widened. "No. You are not Aster." Lucien nodded. "No. I came before him." Everyone fell silent. Seraphine closed her eyes. "The First Heir..." She whispered. "...was never Aster." Lucien slowly walked toward Kael. "No. Aster was merely the last guardian. I..." He placed a hand over his own heart. "...was the first."