The Heir Of Caladan Novels & Stories

the interviewer said delicately, “about the… stability… of those closest to the heir.” “And they should,” Calista said. “We have a cursed Alpha and an untested Lunaris anomaly locked in a tug‑of‑war over a life that hasn’t even taken its first breath. That’s not a fairy tale. That’s a recipe for disaster. Someone calm must hold the line.” She smiled. Soft. Assured. “The heir will be born under my protection,” she said. In the Cradle, Elowen’s jaw tightened so hard it ached. A thin flare of silver licked under her skin then settled, banked into something colder.

Cal, chuckled to himself, thinking that things would soon become very interesting. “Alpha Cal, do you accept this position or not?” The Kingmaker continued as if he were oblivious to the tensed undercurrent flowing around him. Cal boldly stepped forward and puffed out his broad chest with full confidence. “I, Cal Rouges of the house of Hank, a descendant of Maku, accept the order of my Alpha and the Blessings of the Moon Mother.” “Good.” The Kingmaker looked up and gazed at the crowd. “Any objections?” He asked.

The moment my mother in-law uttered that word, I coughed so hard and almost choked on the food I was eating. The Heir reveal is like a ritual that every legitimate son of the Seattle's must partake in to be legible for a part in the will of Mr Seattle. This was like a dream come true for Kai since he was the only one without a child amongst his brothers and to add to his joy, he's the first to have a male child.

I asked, voice barely a whisper. Kaleric got up, his tall naked body catching my attention. He had always been sexy. Better than Duncan in many ways. . "Then he’ll be too late. The child will already exist. A royal heir. And with the right enchantments, not even the Moon Goddess herself could deny the bond." Kaleric said. My hands trembled slightly, but I clenched them into fists. I had come too far to stop now. I had suffered too much to let April win.

Even though Caleb stood in the presence of the most powerful man in the realm, he retained his sense of superiority. Anyone else in his place would have waived the cost of treatment to cover for the crime of murdering the lord's son. At the same time, Caleb was saying, "My advice and the technique to restore the aortas in the scroll is worth around 20 million spirit stones, but I also have an additional condition…" Turning toward Luna with a vague smile, he continued, "As your heir is now dead, you shall appoint Luna your heir in his stead… I mean, heiress."

she whispered, “not a girl who has lied to them her entire life.” “You’re not just a girl,” Kaelen replied, turning to her fully now. The scar across his cheek caught the sunlight, a mark of every battle he had fought in her name. “You are the reason they are still standing. You are the heir of two bloodlines, the bridge between shadows and stars. If you do not claim it, all of this—” He gestured to the ruined citadel, to the broken spears, to the dead still waiting for burial. “—will be for nothing.”

I frown. “Because I’m going to marry her,” he says, his chest puffed, and head high. Calen was rescued from a gang of rouges who were selling children, he didn’t know where he was from, all he knew was that his parents were dead, and they told him to run. “Really now?” “Yes,” he confidently affirms. “Show him your ring, Luna Aeliana.”

Ada knew all seventeen Kings from stories; she had their names and could recite the words engraved on their tomb stones by heart. At the center of the hanging circular bones, was a mighty stone, cut to chest length, like the stem of a huge tree trunk. Sitting at the center of the stone was the shell of life—a huge calabash broken at one end. Ada held her breath as she walked closer, with eyes longing to see the most beautiful object in Alaocha. The adrenaline she thought she had lost were coursing through her now, her whole being ached to have one more glimpse at the mantle of leadership, the sealer of covenant.

I simply can’t get over it! And the way the light of the Moon Stone mirrored her eyes, for just a heartbeat, before everything went white. What was the connection and why hadn’t I noticed it earlier. “Still thinking about the girl?” A smooth, amused arose from behind me and I didn’t need to turn to know it was Callen: the wandering Alpha from the Temple, a man who always appeared when the gods stirred. “She’s dangerous,” I said flatly. “Or she’s divine,” Callen countered playfully, stepping into the firelight. “The Goddess had many ways of returning. And of course, not all of them are pleasant.”

“Answer me. Is this what you want too?” He avoided my eyes at first. His hand tightened around the arm of the sofa, and for a moment he actually looked uneasy. Then he said in a low voice, “Selene is carrying a pup. The pack needs an heir. Once the child is born, I can make arrangements. We can still be together afterward.” He wanted me to step aside, let another woman bear his supposed heir, and then wait until he decided to come back to me. Selene lowered her eyes and rested one hand on her stomach, looking every bit the wronged, delicate she-wolf.