The First Heir Novels & Stories

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…

She begged. I strode out, ignoring Heather's worried pleas behind me. Let her fret. Either the boy would learn his place here or reject his heritage entirely. The choice would be his come tomorrow's crucible. As my first child, is he capable of being my heir? Is he that strong?

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

except for duels. Cassy frowned at that. "Aren't the first born sons automatically the heirs?" She asked, sound muffled since she was literally speaking into his chest. She felt him shake his head. "Not quite. What is easily given can easily be taken. You must fight for a chance at being called heir of a clan and pack. It is the way. That way, there will never be question of an if and what if once it comes to an inheritance." Cassy harrumphed. "When was your first duel?"

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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.”

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

But then again, he didn't have expert knowledge on the recent happenings, so he was forced to agree. “They’re calling it Luna’s Wrath,” he continued. “They’re wrong.” A chill slid down my spine. “Then what is it?” Rael stepped closer, voice dropping. “Inheritance.” The word struck harder than any accusation. I laughed once. It was sharp, brittle. “I don’t come from anyone important” He keeps forgetting I'm an orphan. “You don’t know where you come from,” he corrected. The room trembled. Not physically, but inside me. The light flared in response, climbing my arms in thin silver veins.

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.

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.