The Secret Heir And His Secret Power Novels & Stories

"I was her shadow, her confidant, the one who kept her secrets. And now, I come to keep yours." Sienna felt a cold chill sweep through her, even as she struggled to maintain her composure. "And what secrets are those?" "Secrets of your birthright," the masked figure answered cryptically. "Secrets of the power you now wield. The power your mother had and the one you will be forced to inherit, whether you wish it or not." The nobles in the hall shifted uneasily. Murmurs ran like a wave through the room, voices rising in tension, but Sienna was beyond their fear. Her mind was whirling, processing the weight of the figure's words.

When he turned sharply to face me, his grey eyes almost piercing through me, I gulped despite myself. “I want the secret your father couldn’t give me,” he said plainly.“I know your family has an heirloom that has been passed down generations. And I know your father gave this to you before he died.” I almost choked in anger. “I don’t know what you’re talking –”

"But why were they after the book?. Because it's a power book?" Rachel smiled. She loved the curiosity in the faces of the kids. The way they followed every bit of what she was saying and how they asked questions when confused. She was ready to answer every question they were willing to ask. She continued. "You see kids. The book wasn't just a powerful one. But history has it that there was a secret written in the book that has not been unfolded. And whosoever finds that secret, will become the greatest of all. He or she would be able to rule all the realms. They will do every bit of what he or she says. But there was another thing about the secret. If unfolded by the wrong person. It become

He looked at the three of us his mother, his father, his father standing together the way they'd stood at a hundred railings, a hundred Saturday mornings, a hundred dinner tables. "Full circle," he said. "Not finished," I said. "No," he said. "Never finished. Just complete enough to keep going." He smiled the real one, fully his now, belonging to no one else. "Come on," he said. "I'm buying dinner. Everyone." And we went. THE END The Don's Secret Heir A novel For the women who kept the bottles in their second drawers. And for the children who grew up deciding before they could talk.

Susan said, Luna looked more confused expecting more to know, "can you say to me detailedly?" Susan hummed, "sure, Luna, your mother's family has a secret, a royal secret. Rumor has it that the true heirs of that royal bloodline possess magical powers, the ability to see into the distant future, but as time goes on, the powers decreased, strangely none possessed any abilities, but truthfully only true royal heir receives a miraculous power." Luna felt like the ground was slipping from beneath her. "Magical powers? Are you saying I have magical powers?"

“That ring is a must-have for every heir of our family. Only the chosen ones can wear it. It is the key to all facilities and power.” “The ring can be considered a magical ring; it will help you solve all problems and give you extra power beyond reason. After you wear it, you will understand its function.” “Thank you, Grandfather. What should I do now?” “We're going to the office; I will announce that you are my heir and remove Lewis from his current position.”

But reaching for the power felt like grabbing a sharp knife, painful and dangerous. The cold thing in her mind waited, offering to help, ready to guide her. She pulled back. Not yet. She wouldn’t let it win. Gorven saw her shake, he noticed her hesitation and his smirk grew wild and proud. “The Heir needs training. My group knows this power.” His eyes locked on the journal. “And we know that book’s secrets.” At the mention of the book Kael flinched, where he stood, like he’d been hit.

Each line of data another piece of the puzzle, and Nathan methodically connected them, one thread at a time. “Blackwood,” he murmured under his breath, the name tasting sharp on his tongue. Not just Adrian—the man holding the empire that had once belonged to his father’s target. So this is the heir. The one who inherited what my father wanted. The one standing between me and what is mine.

Rowena demanded in a small voice. "Fine, I'll drop it," Father said in a heavy tone. "I have one more request, Father," I announced. "I want my mother's special secret Silver Healer formula given to me." "What?" Rowena exclaimed. "That is supposed to be for the next Silver Healer! Camille is to inherit that!" "It was left behind for me!" I spat. "Must I remind you both of what is at stake here?" Father released a shaky angry breath. "Give it to her, Rowena."

The shadows that had protected him for two decades fell away. Behind him, in the empty study, the wards sealed automatically. Protecting secrets and memories. Waiting for the day when the rightful heir would return not as a fugitive, but as a queen. That day was coming. Sooner than anyone expected. And when it arrived, the Seraphim Court would learn that the "lost heir" they'd dismissed as weak or naive or easy to control was actually something far more dangerous: A queen with powerful mates, deadly abilities, and an uncle who'd spent twenty-three years preparing for this exact moment.