The Lost Heir Novels & Stories

said King Charles with a serious tone . ' I hate to admit it but Charles is right ! I have also noticed the perfect synchronization these two have . They are a perfect fit for the right and left hand of the future heir but separately , they cannot become the next heir . With Browen and Silva disqualified in this round , only Erina is left . She is bound to lose because she lacks strategy....Apart from her, there's only one person left to be chosen as the next heir so that bastard girl cannot stand the chance . If either that bastard girl or Liam were to be chosen as the next heir , the ancient artifact won't accept themm . The Willow's reputation will be destroyed if the secret comes out . I

David Holt stepped through, face drawn, eyes wild but determined. “You made it back,” he said, voice grim. John rose slowly. Gold light flickering like thin fire. “Barely.” David’s lips twitched. “The forest responded, the Lost rallied, they felt your departure.” John looked at Callen. “And now?” Callen stood, staff raising. “You’re the heir. Not only of the crown but of the Spiral’s broken legacy. The Veil doesn’t end with the Spiral, It begins with it.” John swallowed. “So what do we do?”

“This is no coincidence.” Bianca hesitated before speaking. “Sir, if she’s alive, this could complicate things for your brother.” “Complicate?” I laughed darkly. “No, Bianca. This simplifies everything. The Gomez fortune is in flux, and an estranged heiress is the perfect key to unlock it.” Marco’s brow furrowed. “What’s the plan, sir?” “Plan? No plans,” I said, standing and adjusting my suit. Bianca blinked, confused. “But I thought you wouldn’t—”

The simple wooden cabin was made from forest wood with a slightly worn-out roof; the sturdy chimney seemed ready for the upcoming winter. “Madam, are you—” “Come in.” A hoarse and heavy voice greeted Lewis's ears; it belonged to Madam Tsude. A strange aroma permeated the air strongly, like a foul smell mixed with spices. It was a very peculiar smell; a normal person would surely vomit! “It seems the hidden heir has emerged; you cannot defeat him this time.” “Come on, Madam. Think of cunning ways or whatever it takes; give me the best potion. Even if it's strange, I will drink it. I don't want Daddy to give all his wealth to Andy; my influence is also starting to fade.”

Because of what the connection whispered next. The Lost Heir has returned. The words echoed through every part of me. Lost Heir. Not Eighth Heir. Lost. Which meant... The Well Keeper had told me the Seven Heirs were one family. If there was a Lost Heir... Then someone hadn't been added to history. Someone had been erased from it. The hooded figure slowly lifted one hand. The sky above the throne darkened. The fracture across the heavens widened. And a voice, calm enough to chill the soul, carried across impossible distances.

"But he’s missing one piece. The piece that was traded away to save a life seventy years ago. The piece that is currently sitting in this room." I looked at Julian. Then at Xander. Then I realized Adelaide wasn't looking at us. She was looking at the baby. "The Heir isn't the Thirteenth," Adelaide said, her eyes flashing with a terrible truth. "He’s the Fourteenth. He’s the decoy. Your son... your son is the one the Spire was actually built to protect. He is the only 'Life-Credit' that doesn't belong to the system." The library lights flickered. The jars of ink on the shelves began to rattle. Above us, the heartbeat-sync of the city shifted, a massive, subsonic thrum that made the basalt wal

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

My hands, hanging at my sides, clenched into tight fists, my nails digging into my palms so hard they nearly drew blood. I wiped the sourness from my mouth and instinctively hid the bag of supplements behind my back. "It's none of your business." "How is it not our business?" Liana stepped closer with a sly smile, deliberately caressing the heavy golden locket—a symbol of the pack mother—hanging around her neck. "Kaelen doesn't want me to feel wronged, so he's decided to hold a Grand Naming Ceremony for our son tomorrow. It's a historic event, I know, and as the former mate, you should come and give the heir your blessing, right?"

Fourteen Mason Crescent "What happened, exactly?" I asked when Barrett dragged me out of the room Mia had been put in so that she could talk to Rachel alone. "What do you mean, what happened, exactly?" Barrett asked. "I remember the Hartwell family. One minute, they were the most powerful family amongst the werewolves. Everyone was excited about them having their heir. After their heir was born though, they vanished. At least, that’s what everyone believed."

For this reason she needed to know if Alaris was lying to them. “It is not a lie. This is why I have returned.” “They called you the Heir of the Lost Throne. They say there is a prophecy about you.” “I told you about the attack on my parents. I am the rightful heir and the ones I fought for today are part of the people that stayed loyal to my House after we were betrayed. The White King is the one that led the attack on my parents and it is my aim to take the throne.” He turned to her, his eyes filled with rage and fueled vengeance. “I told you, I’ll take back everything they took from me. They will all pay, those houses and their families. Every last one of them will pay for what they did t