The Heir Of Caladan Novels & Stories

he turned to face me, and I saw the tears brimming in his eyes, “Please, Calista…do not come back.” My breath hitched as his voice cut through me like a knife. “Wait…” “I will find you a proper heir, if you want me to. I will do my best to make sure that you never end up in the wrong hands again, but you have to stop doing this to me.” “But I do not want an heir.” Lumps formed in my throat as I watched him shake his head. “You do not have a choice, my dear. You never did.”

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

Refrot would go on to challenge alectre heir of herandra, queen of the summer court. Herandra of course objected to such an arrangement, sensing a plot by refrot, but noble and valiant alectre would not back down from a duel, perhaps he had the mentality that good will always triumph over evil we will never know, for alectre fell in duel on the isle of the departed souls, making detok heir to both the thrones of summer and winter, the first fey to unite both courts in recorded history. Herandra raved and cried to the light gods for aid, seeing as she was unable to act as he had won the duel far and square, but the decree came straight from illumino telling her to ‘hold fast for the son of li

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.”

I knew what he was saying was true but I wasn't ready to share the same bad with Calantha, then I remembered. "I have an heir," I said to them. They turned and looked at me their eyes widened, before looking at themselves. "You have an heir? Is there by any chance Luna Calantha is pregnant and you didn't announce it to the kingdom, " Calantha's father who was also part of the elders said. "No... no....no, you've got it all wrong, I didn't mean Calantha, I meant Kaidaira," I uttered. "What, the outcast, she just came into our pack you don't know who she is and what she wants how could she bear your heir," another elder spoke.

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

Or someone from the Falcos? "Let's be perfectly— Of course. Leandro specifically told me what they all agreed on and the terms that needed final revisions. Terms—not just one." Enzo's dark brows stayed furrowed for the next seconds. "No. I don't know. How many times are you going to ask me that?" He paused and let out a sigh. "Perhaps. Try the island." Who was on the phone with him? Were they arguing about his older brother? I hadn't met the other Tomassini heir yet. Nor was I sure I wanted to. Maybe I'd just send Leandro a short email, a signed Thank-You card, or something nicer...

"You will never own me! You will never win against them. Their bond and love are much stronger. You cannot defeat the prophecy! My rightful heir and the Moon Goddess' chosen one. When the right time comes and when the moon turns black, you will die A------" Cassandra's forehead creased. She turned the pages of the journal, but it was blank. She still doesn't know who is Helena was talking about. There's so much question running through her mind. Is the man Ikrur? Who are the heir and the chosen one? Neither of them has answers. Cassandra heard a knock that snapped her out of her thoughts. She quickly returned the journal back to her drawer. When she opened the door, Abegail went inside with

he whispered as he looked at the dead that littered the ground with rage and guilt. The Priest rushed to him. “My Lord,” he fell on his feet before him. “Give me your commands.” The Heir pulled him up and turned to the survivors. “My name is Alaris. I am the Heir that was promised. Your suffering ends here!” Then he turned to the Priest. “Take me to the rest.” “Yes, My Lord.” The Priest bowed. Then he turned to the people and yelled. “The Heir is here!” They chanted back. “Saviour! Saviour! Saviour!”

And his mother Hiraya was like the moon — the Luna catches the excess light of the King until she could light up on her own. He wonders if Accashia and Calleb would be the same. For his son and his mate reminds him so much of his late parents. And now there they were, going up in front of thousands of people. He thinks this is a must, for this will be Calleb’s future once he passes on the power. His son is the next King and an Alpha. Calleb will be the next ruler of this Kingdom, and the people will follow him. They will love him and be loyal to him whether they want to or not.