The Heirs Book Novels & Stories

"Adelaide, the Bad Debt... it’s not an event. It’s a choice." "A choice to be imperfect," Adelaide said, finally looking up. She held out the fountain pen to me. "The Heir is an algorithm of absolute logic. He cannot account for an act of pure, irrational destruction. To save the child, you must destroy the Banker." "What do you mean?" "The Heir is tracking your frequency, Seraphina. He’s using your love for the child as the carrier wave for his signal. If you want to break the link, you have to break the love. You have to make the system believe the 'Asset' has no value."

I wanted to share the news with Damian and bring him with me. My mother agreed. She gave me their numbers and sent me back. I walked home with my heart racing, already imagining his face when I told him everything. But the moment I reached the door, I heard voices inside that made my blood run cold. “Sign it tonight,” Catherine said sharply. Then Damian answered, low and tense, “How am I supposed to explain this to Serena? I’m afraid she’ll refuse to let go.” Catherine’s voice rose at once. “What exactly are you afraid of? You are the only direct heir of the Vale bloodline. This pack is still waiting for your successor. Selene is already carrying a pup. Are you not going to give her proper s

ZANA’S POV I sat with that for a moment. Then I closed the book and handed it back to Rhea. I reached down, pulled my sock back up, put my boot on, and laced it. I did all of this slowly and without looking up, because I needed something to do with my hands while I thought of what she just said. Last surviving heir. Last surviving heir?! What was this? A movie? A YA fantasy? "There's an explanation for this," I said. "One that doesn't involve any of that." I nodded at the book. "There's a logical explanation that I just don't have yet."

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

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.

Her voice was gentle, careful and almost angelic. The board members murmured in admiration. “What a thoughtful sister.” “She’s so fair.” “Clara really has a leadership spirit.” Nina wanted to scream. Instead, her heart cracked. Because three months ago, the Brooks family had made a decision that changed everything. Since the family had no sons, their entire legacy depended on their daughters. To secure the Brooks empire, their parents set two conditions for choosing the next heiress: Each daughter must present a business proposal strong enough to elevate the family business…

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.”

“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

“You’re not ready for this.” She folded her arms. “Try me.” Something in his expression shifted—less ice, more storm. “You think this firm is just a law office?” he said. “We sit on ancient courts. We settle blood feuds older than your textbooks. I don’t run a business, Zara. I run a kingdom.” She stared at him. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came. “The Heir Trial,” he continued, voice low. “It’s not ceremonial. It’s a fight for leadership. For the right to shape the future of the Five Clans.”

“I’m not letting him take you. He took my sister’s life, and I’ll be damned if he’s going to take you away from me.” Emily looked at her aunt and saw that she had tears in her eyes. She got up off her chair and went around the table, hugging her aunt. “I’m not going anywhere. I just need to know everything that you do, okay?” Aunt Maureen nodded, and Emily sat in the chair next to her. “The letter said someone was out to do me harm. Who was my mom talking about?” “From what I found out, this centuries-old feud is between the vampires and the shifters. Each group wants to see the other side dead. The only concern I have is why haven’t the shifters tried anything as of now?”