The Heir Book Novels & Stories

And a voice—neither loud nor gentle. “Heir” it said. “No,” I said again, louder. “I won’t.” The presence pressed harder. “You were made for this” it spoke. “I was made to live,” I snarled, anger cutting through the fear. “Not to be used.” The pressure spiked, testing and probing all parts of me Rael pulled me fully against him now, grounding, solid, real. His heartbeat thudded beneath my ear, anchoring me to flesh and breath and gravity.

Remi didn't say anything at first, just watched me the way you watch something you're deciding whether to bother with, and I sat there across from two of the most powerful men in the country and felt smaller than I had felt at any point since this entire nightmare started. "You know what our sister gave up for you?" Cyrus said. "I know," I said. "Do you" he said, and it wasn't a question, it was a statement wearing a question's shape. "She walked away from all of this. This building, this name. Every door it opens. Three years of her life to a man who couldn't see her standing in front of him." "I know what I did," I said. "I'm trying to fix it." Remi laughed, short and humorless. "Fix it,"

Frowning, I took a look and flipped it. Witches entroute, history and cure. It was written on the first page of the book There on the fifth page was the cure. “The cursed mates thou by the witches Thee mates mating will be the cure” it read. My frown deepened as I carried on the next part. “The next thou heir will take away the curse However there life will be in danger Protect the heir” My eyes widened. Whose heir? Will it be mine? Or that man whom I saw in the future?

Gracie was the treasured heiress of the Fosters, and Lionel was the precious darling everyone in the family protected. They probably would never recognize that the leading cardiologist sitting before them in glasses was the real heir they had once shut out. "I know you're the top cardiologist in the city. Getting an appointment with you isn't easy. But don't worry. Money isn't a problem. As long as you can save my brother, you can name your price." Gracie held a black card between two fingers and placed it on my desk. I lowered my eyes to it, then looked back at her.

He cleared his throat and handed me over a book. I took it from him. It was big, seemed ancient, and covered with old golden lines in the shape of a spider. I held it and looked up at him. He frowned and faced me once more. “I want you to read that book, all of it, after I’m gone.’ I swallowed, looked at the book, and nodded. “You are the princess of the Mackenzie Clan, the realms. You must always know the rules and know your place. You will get married and be my heir.’

She said as she stretched out her hand to receive his. She scanned the room briefly and found no signs of Hydra or Lord Earn. Have they abandoned her? She asked herself with panic building in her chest. Last she remembered, Lord Earn was on his way to the dais to talk to the King. The music began suddenly, Prince Caspian grabbed Larissa's hand firmly as they began to waltz. Spinning and circles and shuffling their feet to the slow, rhythmic music. It was perfect, but even so more when their eyes met.

"This isn't normal. The hospital has high confidentiality, which was one of the reasons Grandpa chose it in the first place." Battling my inner unease, I opened X, and the related terms had already started trending. [Can anyone tell me what's going on? #Heir to the Aesthete family appears.] [So Hailey is the heir to the Aesthete family, but who is Hailey? Has anyone heard of her? #Aesthete's secrets.] [The hospital photos are too thrilling. Did they really escape by speeding. #Reality more exciting than movies.]

I was treated worse than an omega and lived like a slave. I am no daughter of Alpha Cedric and Luna Mariam. I am no heir. To them, I am nothing but a monster who ate their heir before he could take his first breath. I am Lyra, the Heir-Eater, And this is my story.

“She’s tied to the magic somehow.” They crept closer through the brush, the scent of ozone and ash thick in the air. The scouts spoke in low voices Kael barely caught, something about “orders from the Heir” and “the resonance patterns forming near the mountain pass.” Then Kael froze. The Heir. That title hadn’t been used since before the fall of the old packs. Lira glanced at him. “You don’t think” “It can’t be her,” Kael whispered. “Not like that.”

How he brought down an empire with a single roar and burned a third of the vampire dominion in the space of a night. They think they killed that line. Buried it with fire and silence. But they didn’t know… The last heir was hidden in blood. And born into a storm. I close the cabinet, locking it with an incantation. Then I reach for my journal. Not the one I keep for public study, but the bound volume passed through my line for generations.