The First Heir Novels & Stories

"If a female heir should ever be born, she will be hunted to the ends of the earth. As she will be the only supernatural being that he will ever want a need. She will be the answer to his problem, only she can produce an heir for him" "You mean all his failed attempts of producing offspring will come to an end if my bloodline ever produces a female heir" "Yes and no, my lord" "What then, stop being so cryptic and give it to me straight" "she has to be the first-born child" "Yes, my lord, she would also be the only being that can kill him as well" "So, he can die" "Yes, my lord the prophecy has foretold it"

Rider answered, but Savannah and her brothers were way more eager than everyone else, knowing that such an embarrassing and dangerous event would force their father to try and save face. “Yes. He’s my first son from my previous marriage.” Mr. Rider admitted quietly. His voice was hoarse as he continued, “I recently found out he was my son when I fell ill and reached out to my first wife because I needed a bone marrow donor... only for her to introduce me to the servant that has been working three years in my estate as my child...” “What the fuck?!” Tyler lashed out, hate glowing in his eyes for his father, and when Mr. Rider met his gaze, he tightened his fist and walked away.

“You watched me live my entire life believing I was alone.” “Yes.” “You let me believe my parents were dead.” “Yes.” “You let me believe I earned this crown.” Caelan's eyes glistened. “You did.” Kael's fist tightened. “Then why was I made?” Caelan looked at Selene. “Because your brother was supposed to die.” The creature's smile vanished. Caelan continued. “The First Queen had two heirs. One carried the blood of the ancient king. The other carried something far more dangerous.” He looked at Selene.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

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.

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.

"Kaelen doesn't want me to feel wronged, so he's decided to hold a Grand Naming Ceremony for our son tomorrow. It's a historic event, I know, and as the former mate, you should come and give the heir your blessing, right?" A Mating Ceremony? My head snapped up to look at Kaelen. In our pack, standing at the altar to name the heir was a sacred rite reserved only for the Alpha and his true Luna. By doing this with her, he wasn't just acknowledging the child; he was publicly declaring to the Moon Goddess that she was his partner in life and legacy. Then what was our bond? My stare seemed to make him uneasy. He squared his shoulders defensively.

Hello everyone! I hope you're all doing well. I'm excited to announce that book two of, 'Revenge of the Heir' is on its way! Arthur's story is far from over, and things are about to get even more intense. I'll start uploading soon. Hope you guys are as excited as I am!

The band came alive as I walk through the gold carpet with escorts by my side. I stand beside my grandfather and watch him as he took his place in front, his crown glistening as he says. "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. Thirty years ago, I was standing right here in front of the different royalties and aristocrats all over the world to pass the throne to my son, Jacob ...may he rest in peace. Unfortunately he pass away and now I'm here again, standing beside my heir." He smiled at me before turning back on the crowd. "I'd never imagined that I'll be able to have a flesh of my own as my successor. I thought that this bloodline will end but I am wrong. Now, may I present to you, the heir t