The First Heir Novels & Stories

Maybe because she was fascinated by him when she first saw him. At that time Ethan and her step-sister Mildred were still together. Her bitchy step-sister. But of course, Ethan didn't know that she had a crush on him since the very first time they met. But, even though she was a bit fond of him, she never planned to take him away from Mildred. She plans to destroy the relationship between the two. Then something happened and she didn't mean for them to get married just because both of them made a mistake. But even if something had happened to them that night, she still wouldn't have forced him into their situation. It's just her father. He is the one who insists on getting her and Ethan marr

I scrambled to my feet. “You weren’t supposed to open the Veil,” a cold voice said. I turned—and nearly choked. The First Heir stood behind me. But not as I remembered him. He was... decaying. Half his face gone, revealing bone and ash. His body was cracked like stone burned too long in fire. “You’re dead,” I said. He smiled, jagged and full of venom. “And so are you. Or you will be soon enough. You broke the curse… but you didn’t destroy me.”

Next slide. Unified Heir Training Program “At age fourteen…” I continued, “…all heirs will spend their summers at the Asher estate.” Murmurs again. “They will learn the business.” “Understand operations.” “Build relationships across branches.” I paused. “No heir will grow up isolated.” That line hit. Hard. “No heir will grow up unaware.” Another. “And no heir will grow up unprepared.” Silence. Because they understood. What I was really saying. No more weak heirs.

Monsieur concluded, evoking a thunderous round of applause, even from those who appeared taken aback by this sudden twist of fate. I had anticipated being introduced, but to be designated the heir? Born out of love? It was a revelation that struck me to the core. I whispered my protest just beside him, “Heir?” “You are my firstborn,” he responded with a casual air. “I am not your heir,” I retorted firmly. I hadn’t come here to inherit the empire built through a life of crime. This world was not meant for me, and I wanted no part of his legacy. “I refuse,” I declared stubbornly, locking eyes with him. He simply smiled and gently brushed my cheek with his hand in response.

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred. He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build. The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.

Most of all. He remembered becoming the father of the child she had just fled the pack to protect. And for the first time in his life... The future Alpha of the pack broke.

Herbert asked, frowning, thinking it was more bad news. "Lord Herbert, the first heir to the Campbell family has been confirmed!" "Oh? Is it that boy named Xis? I’ve met him. He has impressive talent and is likely to become a high-tier extraordinary being," Herbert smiled, showing his approval. "No, it’s not Xis. It’s his cousin, Logo Campbell!" "What?"

Interesting. (Kael’s POV) Finally. A contradiction. I looked sharply toward the First Heir. “What do you mean?” She looked at me for a long moment. Then finally— “The heirs were never the sickness.” Cold spread through the chamber. The creature went completely still. (Adrian’s POV) Oh no. She’s going to say it. (Aria’s POV) The First Heir looked directly into my eyes. Pain filled her expression. “They made us into prisons.” My breath caught.

House Silverclaw did not discriminate between men and women unlike House Star and House Thorn. In House Silverclaw, the first-born was the heir, while in House Star and House Thorn, it was the first-born son who was the heir. If House Star was like House Silverclaw, Sierra would be the heir. She would have rejected the position because she was never fond of such things, then I would be the heir. But it never happened.

He glances up at Jae who gave him a nod. “she-” “Yes, she’s the missing heir. Actually. It was to be her mother, but she will be unable to take over, so her first daughter has to.” Jae explained that tears slowly filled his eyes. Jhonia who had come to seek Kyhe for it time to get started. Meet his teared filled eyes. She wonders what it the matter but as she took another step Kyhe began walking down, slapping the pile of files on Jae’s chest. He walked past Jhonia as if she was someone who he no longer knew, her world seemed to move slowly as he walked her by.