The First Heir Novels & Stories

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

The First Heir Returns John’s boots hit the broken stone ground as the Hollow trembled. Light surged around him, wild, ancient, unrelenting. His body pulsed with heat from the Crown, veins glowing faintly beneath his skin. He was no longer just a man, not anymore. He could feel the bloodline stirring. He was the First Heir and the Hollow knew it. Across the altar’s remains, Sarah struggled to rise. Her gown, once white, now stained in ash and blood, clung to her frame. The air between them sparked with threads of power, binding them across a battlefield neither had chosen but both refused to abandon.

"Don't talk nonsense! I already know my real father, he's just a loser. We saw him every day when I was a kid." The caller burst out laughing. "He's not your father! He may be your mom's husband, but he's not your real father! Your father is the one who got your mom pregnant but didn't marry her. He is Karrel Kyne Wales, an Alpha, the first heir, who should lead Pack Kyne." The information shocked both of them. Especially Alpha Darren because his uncle was long gone from Pack Kyne, and had not even been mentioned, as if he did not exist.

Most of the people who lost a family member during the assassination attack received a certain amount of royalty from the king as a compensation for their loses and that includes schooling in Moon High for free. Looking confused at her, like what is so special about him that's so thrilling? “Yeah! So?” She gasps. “ You don’t know him?” I shrug nonchalantly and starts walking towards my locker. “I don’t care.” “Huh? I think you should.” She persistently states. “That was Alpha Leo, the King’s first son and the true heir.” My goodness! My heart is in my throat. The guy I just fell into his arms, who for a second seized my breath is the Forbidden Alpha? Oh my God. I am shocked beyond words, but

And somewhere else— Kael would feel it. Not through bond. Through consequence. The heir had been declared. The hunt had begun. And for the first time— I wasn’t reacting. I was organizing.

Alessa asked as she bit her lip. “Okay. First thing you should know is, Bryan is the head of the family now and he has everything in his name and not yours. Do you want to know the craziest part? Aiden isn't the heir, it's Aria. Aria is the heir to the Hart’s fortune while Aiden is the heir to mine.” Alessa explained and his eyes widened in shock.

I asked him. “You need to have a formal claiming ceremony when your first born is a daughter,” he explained. “Oh, yeah, about that … I won’t be claiming her as my heir,” I said. “Excuse me?” “You heard me Elder Michael, you might be an Elder but you’re far from deaf,” I said. “I will make a note then, that you still don’t have an heir,” he said. “Is this going to be a problem?” I asked him. “Not at all Sire, it’s just uncommon for a Sire to have a child and not claim it as his heir,” he said.

Afraid. Gabriel stood closest. I met his eyes. “I go first.” He didn’t speak right away. “You shouldn’t—” Max started. “I will,” I cut in. “This place answered me. Not you. Not him.” I reached up and touched Gabriel's cheek for a moment before turning back to the stairs. “I’m still the heir,” I said. “Cursed or not.” The words settled into the stone. Silence followed. Heavy. Respectful. Gabriel nodded once.

An heir. Some people even started calling him The Billionaire’s Heir—not just for his lineage, but because of his looks, charm, and ease with people. He was every bit the prince in the spotlight—yet the shadows of his past never quite left him. “The night is still young, Duke,” a voice called from behind him. “Why aren’t you down there, dancing with the girls?” He turned slightly and saw Addison, his cousin—twenty-six years old, the eldest daughter of Aunt Danica. She leaned casually against the doorframe, a glass of wine in hand, her dark red dress hugging her curves elegantly.