The Lost Heir Novels & Stories

"But you're a bit late. I’ve already sold the LeClair-Thorne Empire to the Grand Auditor... and the first thing I’m liquidating is the Parents." She leveled the rifle at Julian’s head. "Simulation or not," the White-Haired Hope sneered, looking at her rose-quartz sister. "There’s only room for one Heir in this Ledger. And I don't share my Interest."

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.

The answers we needed seemed farther away than ever, and time was running short. As I lay awake that night, I kept hearing the shadow creatures' whispers. “All will perish unless the heir returns.” Who was this heir? And what did "return" mean to them? I couldn't get rid of the feeling that everything hinged on me, and I wasn't prepared, as my thoughts went awry and the symbol grew brighter.

"Tell me if it hurts." That's when I noticed—he had taken off his jacket, wearing only a shirt. Beneath the fabric, his muscles were subtly defined, his arms taut and strong under the rolled-up sleeves. The car's heater kept the space warm, and the tattoo on his forearm accentuated the sculpted lines, making him even more striking. I gulped. "So… you're the Luciano heir," I said. He nodded without pausing in his movements. I forced a stiff smile, avoiding his gaze. "Right. So everything before… about the West End… that was just part of the act. Of course the heir doesn't live in a slum."

Every piece of information led me in circles. My task was clear, find the president of the Lunaris Fashion Empire, marry her, secure the bond, forge the alliance, keep the bloodlines intact, protect the fortune and expand the territory. It sounded ruthless, maybe even outdated. But that was my world—wolves and legacies. And the missing heiress? Yeah. Turns out she’s the girl I’ve been dying to have too, a stripper. I laughed bitterly, still unable to believe. “She was right there, Briar. All this time.”

She was the center of a storm, the Queen of an alliance that refused to be broken. And as the first limousines began to wind their way up the driveway, the 'Shadow Sovereign's Gambit' entered its final, high-stakes phase. The harvest was coming, but it wasn't Peony who would be doing the reaping. The morning brought the glamour, the silks, and the jewels. It brought the high-society elite and the hidden enemies. But it also brought the truth. The truth that the 'Loser Heir' was the most dangerous person in the room.

“Names do. Records do. People do. But trust me, blood doesn’t.” Killian stepped forward, placing himself half a step between Thorne and Daphne. “You said the heir was lost,” he said. “Not living comfortably under another name.” “Lost doesn’t always mean living wretchedly or dead,” Thorne replied. “Sometimes it means hidden. Sometimes it means stolen.” Daphne let out a short, humorless laugh. “Stolen?” she repeated. “From who? By who?” Thorne finally lifted his gaze, and when he looked at her this time, there was no accusation, only something grim and resolved. “From us,” he said. “By people who knew exactly what they were doing.”

"It speaks of a lost heir, someone descended from the original protectors of the relic. If that heir can be found, they could be the key." Isabella's eyes widened. "A lost heir? Why haven't we heard this before?" Aeliana sighed. "Because it was dismissed as mere folklore. But given what we've seen, it might be more than that. We need to consult the village elders. They might know more." Adrian nodded. "Let's not waste any time. The longer we wait, the stronger our enemies grow." As they approached the elders' dwelling, Isabella couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The air was thick with tension, and she could sense eyes watching their every move.

His mind raced, contemplating the situation at hand. "Dad, that girl named Natalie also divulged some information to me when they were in Ridgeview. Robert Sheen from Ridgeview and Liam Kelsey from Siaross were Logan's subordinates. Logan comes from a wealthy family. Given his past actions, I believe he is the 'banished heir' of the secretive Pearce family!" Stevie reminded him. Jared was once again taken aback. After a brief moment of contemplation, it became apparent that Logan was indeed the banished heir of the enigmatic Pearce family. Jared took a puff of his cigar, exhaling a cloud of blue smoke that swirled around his pensive expression.

Immediately he was gone, I yelled at her asking for an explanation good enough to make me understand why she had treated Derrick like he was a stranger. She avoided my eyes and pretended to be too busy with the pea on her plate. Finally, she explained how that mark belonged to the Nickolai clan. They were a powerful pack and judging by his crest, she confirmed that Derrick was the heir of the Alpha. The Nickolai clan, she explained, were their rival and the reason I had been lost all those years. Seemingly, they had lost their heir too. I could understand why she had reacted that way but it didn't stop me from giving her a piece of my mind. I told her Derrick was my world and she had to acce