The Heir Of Caladan Novels & Stories

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.

"I need to tell her I’m going to the Moon Realm with Rheal." Eshara let out a deep sigh, as if Cal had just suggested inviting death for dinner. "And why would you want to go to the Moon Realm? You’re pointless out there." "I’ll protect Rheal like always and..." Cal leaned closer and whispered, "I want to meet the Great Grand King of the Moon Realm. Rheal’s father." Eshara sighed again and glanced over Cal’s shoulder. "Your mom is here." Cal snapped his head back, eyes lighting up at the sight of Sylra. He rushed toward her as she dismounted her horse but froze at the sight of a creature crawling to perch steadily on her shoulder.

“Daniel, cover the rear. Eldric, lead the way. Anyone who pops out of the bushes, shoot them in the head. Don’t ask questions first.” They started walking again, this time at a half-run. Revira kept looking back. She felt those silver eyes were still there, hiding behind the shadows, following her every step. “Rakar,” Revira called softly as she hurried, her breath ragged. “What?” “Why was he staring at me?” “He was looking at Ardan,” Rakar corrected. “Ardan is the target. He is the Heir of the Moon Blood.” “No,” Revira insisted confidently. “He was looking at me. His eyes… it was as if he knew me. It was a personal look.”

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

Cassie said slowly, "I signed up to take down Marcus. I just didn't know the full extent of what he'd done. This makes me want to destroy him even more." Dom's expression shifted, something like hope flickering behind the exhaustion. "You mean that." "I mean that." Cassie leaned closer, her free hand coming up to touch his face. The gesture surprised them both. Dom's breath hitched at the touch. His hand came up to cover hers against his cheek. "You're not just marrying a rebel, you're marrying a man who was robbed of his life by the brother you once saw a future in." "You're marrying a lot of things you didn't sign up for," he said quietly. "Baggage, complications, a family that will make y

But the sorcerer had watched him continually after that, his eyes locked on him, yet distant, like his mind was on something else. The room finally emptied of everyone save Calder, his father, and Errant, and the King took a deep breath. "I have been patient and understanding, Calder, but now it is time to take the responsibility you were born to have. To be the heir to this throne. The heir that you spent your entire life grooming to become. Not a child throwing a tantrum!" Cal turned to his father. "And what kind of ruler would I be if I spent my time bothering over trade routes while a demon threatened to ruin the entirety of the kingdom?"

"She said… she said the ritual starts at midnight. That they'd crown the Heir of Ash." Cassian's motion halts. "I know that name," he whispers. "It was carved in my cell. Repeatedly." "The Heir is your kid," Pandora informs him. "Born of stolen DNA and alchemy. Ophelia wants a weapon, Raine. One that bears both your bloodlines and none of your will." I turn to Malik. "Where would she take the child?" He hesitates. "Only one place has that kind of security and secrecy."

he said, confusion cracking his composure. “Daphne has our blood, but none of our history. I searched for a lost six year old Blackwood heiress for years, while you took Daphne away the moment she was born?” His voice rose. “She’s not even a full heiress. She was born outside the claim.” He stopped, staring between Calista and Daphne, then finally at me. “Does this mean,” he asked slowly, “that we have two heiresses?” Killian returned with the necklace wrapped around his fist, the chain slipping loose between his fingers as he stepped back into the circle.

He ignored my words. “I know how much you don't want your daughter to land up in an orphanage and have a rough childhood like you. I have a deal.” “And what would make you think I'd want to get into a deal with you? I barely even know you.” “But I do. I mean, partly. But the birthmark on the side says something different. You are the last standing heir of the Caldwells. A family that once used to be at the same stance with mine.” I almost laughed.