The Heir And Spare Novels & Stories

Infront of them lies a young man who's body was shredded to pieces but still alive. That's how he met the heir in that such situation. He's too young as he put it that way. But now; he could not fathom this such surprised he's feeling right now. *Who could be the other heir of mythacierre?* This questions lurked in his thought when his father saw him. "What's with the smile?" His father asked. king Spencer Etherio Guardous; the king of all the spirit Guardians, his father. Turning to his father, he bowed his head slightly for respect before he answered him. "I just witnessed a wonderful news father." He uttered excitements sensed in his tone. His father's forehead knotted in questions to his

“They want me dead at all costs. They must have thought I was hiding in the palace.” Zack's face turned pale. “Do you think that your father has declared the spare redemption?” “That seems to be the case,” I muttered. “In fact I would be shocked if he didn't.” “I'm sorry, what are you guys talking about? What’s a spare redemption?” Lina asked. “It’s an old law in the Lycan world,” I explained. “If the heir fails to rule, if any of his remaining children or anyone can bring the head of the failure, he would automatically become king.”

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

"There's something else." Aiden doesn't look up from my corpse. "I'm carrying your heir." His head snaps up. His eyes flash dangerous red. "The first royal wolf heir in a generation." Sarah's voice grows bolder. My spirit form flickers with rage. Seven years as his mate without an heir. Seven years of whispers. Seven years of elder wolves watching me fail. The cruel irony burns - I died carrying his true heir, while this omega bears the spare. Neither child will ever draw breath in this realm.

My grandfather, a figure of authority and respect, stepped forward, demanding attention and bringing the room back to order. With a deliberate pause, he spoke, his voice resonating with a sense of gravity and importance. He announced that I, Miranda, to the surprise of many, is the long lost heir to the consortium. The words hung in the air, momentarily suspending disbelief and prompting a collective gasp from the assembly.

She knew the man in front of her was joking, but now Harriet had a little hope for that. "I, yes, I jinxed it," Liam shrugs with sparkling eyes. He said, "Not that it's a bad thing. Doesn't Madam want to have twins? Twins or not, boy or girl, Madam, you will give birth to an Almandine heir." "Even if I give birth to a girl?" asked Harriet, looking Liam straight in the eye. Liam nodded. "Grandpa did say that the heir of Almandine is usually one boy who is an Alpha. But…" Liam's eyes turned mischievous again.

It wasn’t just any Tribunal shadow. It was *his father.* A name he'd never spoken. A ghost he thought he’d escaped. Now, that legacy was hunting them both. --- **\[POV – Seraphine | The Mirror Chamber]** She reached the core of the passage. At its center: a pool of liquid flame. Above it, a message inscribed in ash: > *The heir who sees herself clearly will not burn.* She leaned over the flame— And in it, her reflection warped — showing her with a crown made of bone, eyes glowing like her mother’s, lips cracked from battle, but still smiling.

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?”

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

In low voices that were meant to be overheard. Catherine learned that quickly. At one gathering, a matron from an allied line looked at her over her glass and smiled. “So the barren Luna you drove out was actually a royal daughter?” Another woman added before Catherine could answer, “And the ‘heir’ you celebrated so loudly wasn’t even your blood?” Catherine’s face turned so stiff it looked carved from stone. But the mockery did not stop there. Inside the Vale bloodline, the atmosphere had already begun to sour. The elders were furious. Not only had Damian failed to keep his mate, he had nearly allowed an outsider’s child to enter the direct succession line under the Vale name. It was humilia