The Heir Of House Black Ao3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes. "You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land." "I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood."

My voice betrayed me before I could stop it. Reynolds slowly turned, his eyes locking on me for a fraction of a second. “Hmm, it seems someone has been paying attention to history ,” he said. Then he straightened, his tone cold but approving. “Applaud her, everyone. Perhaps a higher post might be warranted for her commitment.” I forced a smile, my hands tightening against the desk edge. He faced the crew again. “So, where was I? Ah, yes. The heir to the Black Heart is Ethan Cross. He didn’t just take over his father’s empire… he surpassed it. He brought in the biker group, Addiction—Steel and Sin.

His gaze shifted from me to Micah, then to the marriage certificate in my hand, then back at me. Amusement lit in his eyes, “Interesting.” He said, the vibration of his voice reaching my core. I’ve forgotten how well my body responds to him. I’m in trouble. “Aria, meet my Dad, the infamous Lucien Blackwood. Dad, meet my wife, Aria.” I could only stare, dumbfounded, wondering why fate hated me this much. “Hello, Aria.” Mr. Blackwood stared me down. Fuck my life! My one-night stand is my father-in-law?

the dark-haired one looked at him with an animal and threatening gleam, "Fenrir is making you pay for all the sins you've committed in a thousand lives with this marriage." Karel laughed happily, releasing bursts of a coffee aroma even if he himself didn't notice it, excited to see his brother so stressed over an omega. "The devil came out of hell to greet mortals. He has black hair, smells delicious, and is your future husband," He patted his back casually, "Congratulations, heir prince; may the moon bless your union with a long and happy married life." Erwin ran his hand over his face and growled lowly. Right now, giving up his title as "Heir prince" doesn't sound so bad.

Sandra said it with a cry that sounded so sad. Aditya was just silent; he didn't want to fight a woman named Sandra because he knew this woman was originally kind and patient, so Aditya never once saved harsh words for this woman. The blame was on his biological father and mother, who had cheated on Sandra to make him a child who had the status of an illegitimate child like now, because he was the child of the results of his father and mother's affair, Aletta, when she worked as a secretary of his father's master, Dawn.

Alpha Ace informs us while holding his baby whose eyes flash to solid black and then back to blue. The heir is a little disconcerting, but he is part Lycan. “I know two people on that list who won’t be bothered by the silver,” Alpha Kaiya says.

I can tell by the way Rye and Blain stare at the picture they know them. “The one guy is Stephano. He is a demon hybrid. His father was a demon but his mother was a witch.” Blain says. “And the other guy?” Kaleb asks. “He goes by the name Blackout. I have no idea how he got that nickname. He is a hybrid. His mother was a witch and his father is a dark fae.” Rye says.

‘AICHONNE BLACKWOOD SPOTTED IN MOONHAVEN COAST GETTING READY FOR THE BLOOD MOON ASCENSION’ ‘DARYL SILVERFANG AND AICHONNE BLACKWOOD. LONG LIVE THE FUTURE KING AND LUNA’ ‘DARYL AND AICHONNE. IS THIS AN ETERNAL MOONMARK?’ Daryl Silverfang? The Alpha Heir of the Silverfang Throne? Who is that? I read page after page, and my blood starts to boil like fire. A hot wave of anger hits my chest. “That manipulative bitch,” I growl. Maggie tilts her head. “So, you are not really mated to him?”

“You think you’re the only one who has to deal with this? This isn’t some dream come true. It’s a nightmare.” I stepped forward, leaning in close, lowering my voice even further, knowing I was pushing her to the edge. “You’re not going to trap me with a kid. I won’t let you. If you want this to end, you’ll take them.” Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t back down. “No,” she whispered, voice cracking with defiance. “I won’t do it. I want this baby, Nicole. I want us to be a family.” I sneered at her words. Family? This wasn’t a family. This was a prison.

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.