The Lost Heir Novels & Stories

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.

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

Though we weren't wealthy, I was happy. The Falkner family told me I was the real heir. I didn't want to be some rich heir. But my adoptive parents, with their traditional thinking, persuaded me to go back and be with my biological parents. Even Lydia said that education in the big city would be better for our future children. So I relented. But how ridiculous it all was. My parents, who pushed me to return, never truly cared for me. They always favored the fake heir, Xander. He ran the company as well. Mom and Dad even kicked me out of it.

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of a world that had moved on without him. "He'll never stop hunting us," Vivian said one evening, sitting by the fire in the new house. Her sister, Elena—the other Elena—lived with her now, healing from years of captivity. "Men like him don't know how." "Then we'll be ready," Riley said. "We'll always be ready. That's what an heir does—protects what was given." --- The second anniversary of Tata Pedro's death fell on a rainy Tuesday. Riley woke before dawn, kissed Kyle's sleeping shoulder, and walked to the orchard alone. The rain was soft, warm, the kind of rain that made things grow.

"A child born from a woman who betrayed me... I find it disgusting. And if this is your idea of a 'thank you' for saving your son, then you're just as despicable as whoever you married." Then he turned on his heel and away down the corridor, never once looking back. He disappeared around the corner, perfectly missing his chance to meet his own son. My knees immediately went weak the moment he left. I slid down the door until I was sitting on the floor, burying my face in my hands. I let out a shaky breath, forcing myself to calm down before I opened the door and stepped into my son's ward. Liam was lying in the hospital bed. His small arm was attached to an IV line. His pale cheeks were fina

But the heir’s stare was steady, unyielding. “My mother was of the Shadowblood line,” he said at last. “I inherited… this.” He gestured vaguely to the darkness curling at his boots. “I didn’t know what it meant until the Creed found me.” “And now?” she asked. “Now I know they’ll never stop coming.” A knock at the door broke the moment. One of the scouts stepped in, snow melting from his cloak. “My lady. You need to hear this.” The heir straightened. “Speak.”

The world turned. The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was that stranger’s bright eyes and the tiny mark on his wrist. A royal mark. The mark of the Lycan King’s house. As the rain took me whole, the stranger caught me before I hit the ground. His voice was low, filled with a strange respect. “She’s the lost heir,” he whispered. “The Moonstone bloodline lives.” And just like that in the same night I lost everything fate took me again.

The creature’s shadow claws rippled across the floor, reaching toward me. Sage threw up a counterspell, her chant rapid and desperate. “Don’t let it touch her! If it marks her again—EVERYTHING collapses!” But the thing did not attack. It moved with purpose. With recognition. “At last,” it crooned, bowing its twisted head. “The Lost Heir… breathes.” My stomach dropped. “Stop calling me that!” I snapped, even as my voice trembled. “I’m no heir to anything!” The creature tilted its head, the darkness around it thickening.

“So you killed him?, I didn't kill him Alpha, the solution was easy. For that wound to heal, we needed the heirloom to be rubbed over the wound so that it heals itself instantly. But unfortunately, I had lost the heirloom.” “Did you lose it, or you gave it to Xander's park? Why didn't you go for it?” “I swear on my body, I didn't give the heirloom to anyone. I lost it and I don't remember where,” Chad stated. Alpha Zavier smirked, he walked to chad and kicked him hard in the stomach, making him to throw up as he walked away. “I will make your life a living hell, since you allowed my father to die,” He hollowed in anger and walked away.

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."