The Lost Heir Novels & Stories

"I've handed everything over, Mr. Alex. Also, a high payment to Mr. Brandon, but unfortunately, that mechanic has been buried for a while." Alef's body grew even more tense. "And one more thing." This time, Sebastian moved. He approached the girl who was under tight security. She looked down, visibly trembling in his hands. Sebastian felt like he wanted to hug her tightly to alleviate the fear she held. "The main heir of Group Azure."

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.

Then: "No." Then: "No, that's impossible." Then Orion looked at her sadly. Then: "Sorry." The Third Crown pulsed again. Confirming it. Truth. Then Selene stepped backward. Then: "You died." Silence. Then Orion smiled weakly. Then: "Almost." Nobody understood. Then Henry suddenly did. Immediately. Then: "The Lost Heir." The world stopped. Then Orion nodded. Then: "The Seventh Crown." God. No. Fair. That was huge. Reasonable honestly.

“Now.” She rose slowly to her feet, stepping closer to the bars. The faint light from the torch behind me cast shadows across her face, making her look almost otherworldly. “Do you really think you’re ready for that truth?” she asked softly. “Try me.” Her eyes gleamed. “Liam Soloh… the forgotten heir. The boy the king banished to keep his throne pure. Everyone thought he died in the wild. Everyone except those who helped him survive.” I frowned. “You mean rogues.”

I've seen this scene a hundred times-glamorous polish-but it now feels strange, like visiting a foreign place where I'm unwelcome. I continue to move through the crowd. Heels click softly on marble floors; my eyes scan the faces, searching for him. I am witnesses to all sorts of smiles, conversations, and sadly, none belong to him. My heart beats faster with each passing second, while the silence within me grows louder. Where is he?

“What the hell are you talking about? I wasn’t shot in my manhood,” he shouted. The man was Brian William, first heir to his family fortune. Although he had been in elite education since a child and had always been taught to conceal his real emotions, Brian couldn’t help cursing as he spoke with this young physician. He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Brian couldn’t hurt this doctor. After all, he was the last doctor specializing in men’s health that Brian hadn’t visited.

“But she’ll change tactics now, she always does when the ghosts start screaming.” “What ghosts?” “Margaret and Victor,” he said, eyes distant. “Everything we’re seeing…it started with them. I didn’t just inherit a company, I inherited a war I never declared.” He turned toward the window, watching morning break pale over the rooftops. “Evelyn’s decoding it now. Let’s hope she understands faster than we did.” Outside, the first sunrise after the Athens blast burned gold across concrete and glass, a quiet deception of peace. Behind it, storms were gathering again, written not in thunder but in contracts.

“Front page of three entertainment sites. Two business blogs. And one political rag that should absolutely know better.” Zara sent the link. Alicia didn’t open it right away. She already knew what it would be. When she did, the photo stared back at her. Alex’s hand at her waist. Her head tilted toward him. The dance floor lights blurred just enough to make it intimate and undeniable. HEIR TO THE GEORGE EMPIRE REKINDLES ROMANCE WITH FORMER FLAME — SOURCES CONFIRM A CHILD IS INVOLVED Her stomach dropped. “They’re speculating,” Zara continued. “Nothing confirmed. But they’re circling.”

“I’ve watched. I’ve waited. And now… we meet. Finally.” The sound of his voice sent cold shivers down my spine, I could feel the shiver ripple through the trees as well, as though even the forest recognized him. Dorian stepped forward slightly, fists tight. “Who are you? What do you want?” The Heir’s gaze shifted to me. Slowly. Intentionally. Maybe a little menacingly as well. His eyes softened, though only just enough to be unsettling. “ You know who I am, but I’ll give you a hint, nonetheless. I am the consequence of the blood forgotten. The echo of a family erased.”

"A new generation. Our legacy." I smiled, tears blurring my vision. The prophecy had spoken of the Alpha Lost Heir, the one who would rise against the darkness and restore balance. It had been a journey of pain, discovery, and unimaginable power. But it had led me here, to this moment, with Ronan, our pack, and the promise of a future teeming with life and hope.