The Heir Of Caladan Novels & Stories

“Congratulations.” Caelum did not smile. “You came a long way just to confirm a rumor?” A woman across the table spoke next. “An heir changes many things, Caelum. Alliances. Future leadership. Territory agreements.” “I am aware,” Caelum replied calmly. Another man folded his hands on the table. “Then you are also aware that an heir can be… inconvenient for certain arrangements.” The room grew colder. Caelum’s eyes slowly moved to the man who spoke. There was no anger in his face. That was the dangerous part.

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

Faint, shimmering silver lines beneath her skin; patterns she had never noticed before, as if they had always been sleeping. Kael exhaled slowly. Not in disbelief. In recognition. “There can only be one heir,” he said quietly. Tanya looked between them. “One heir to what?” Her mother’s eyes darkened. “To the Moon Goddess’s throne.” The words settled like thunder that hadn’t yet struck.

“Your father has placed a royal decree, that at his death, you are to be crowned the next ruler of the kingdom of Neba. He wouldn’t have lasted anyway. He was going to end his life after he came out of the curse and realised what he had done.” The woman sighed, then stood up from where she sat. “With your husband and your uncle’s help, it should be much easier for you to achieve it. All the kingdoms are in turmoil. Its about time they become under one ruler.” The woman started to leave before Elena immediately stopped her. “Who are you?” she asked. It was the only thing she had been able to say properly since the woman’s appearance. She looked at Calhoun and replied, “I am the direct descend

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

“Our tradition, our ancient roots, we bolster them like a mantle because it is what founded our great empire. Our everlasting legacy.” He takes a few steps towards me, but this time I hear them; loud and it pounds on the ground, like stepping unto the accelerator of my heart so it beats even faster. I silence my instincts plead to back away. “Our legacy,” he says pointedly with prominent emphasis. One that implies something. “You and your brothers are Apions. Our blood flows through your veins and all that we have is yours by right. Our home is your refuge.” Confusion pinches the corners of my face. I can see he sees my discomfort.

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred. He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build. The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.

Isabella sat across from him, Lucas and Lily asleep in their rooms. "We have to go," he said. "Will reading is mandatory. If we don't attend, we forfeit our inheritance." "I don't care about the inheritance." "I do." He met her eyes. "Not for me. For Lucas. For Lily. For the future we're trying to build." Isabella nodded slowly. "Then we go." "California." His voice dropped. "The city where Damien lives." "I know." "Are you ready to see him?" "I don't know." She took his hand. "But I'm willing to try."