The Shadow Heirs Novels & Stories

My lips parted, and in a barely audible whisper, I asked, "She... She died?" Ate Yolly gave a firm, rigid nod. "My mother uncovered the Sison family’s darkest secrets, the details of their crime syndicate. She was planning to flee and report them, but she never got the chance. Archie's parents murdered her. I took this job and entered this house for one reason only: revenge. I am not a prisoner here, Raegan. I locked myself in this living hell purely to execute justice for my mother." My hand instinctively reached out to hold hers as I watched her entire frame shake with repressed fury. The eyes that were usually filled with maternal warmth were now completely icy and venomous.

I wander between the shelves, pretending to browse until I find a random book to pull down. With the book tucked beneath my arm, I head toward the soundproof room. Anyone watching me should see nothing more than the heir looking for somewhere quiet to read. At least, that is what I hope. I close the door behind me and take a seat facing it, placing the book on the table. Only family members can open this door without permission, so I know I will be able to recognize whoever enters. Still, I find myself watching the door more closely than I normally would. A few minutes pass before I hear the lock release.

“My father is dead.” The creature stopped. “No.” Its eyes shifted toward me. “He is waiting.” The Queen's voice came softly from behind us. “And he is coming for his heir.” My blood ran cold. Ian slowly looked at me. The black veins had reached his jaw. Then the ancient voice returned. Two heirs. One crown. One must die. But this time, another voice whispered beneath it. Unless the heirs unite. I looked at the Queen. Her expression changed. She had heard it too. For the first time since we entered the Shadowlands, the First Shadow Queen looked afraid. And that terrified me more than the prophecy ever had.

It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Untouchable. Just like the man who owned it.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

“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.”

I stand there, panting, trying to clear my thoughts of the tiredness. I need to find a way to change this "last mission" of the heir. I don't know why he ran away, but I'm sure he'll be back. I can't run away forever, especially when he has a physical advantage. Any kid my age would easily accept a hug, but I'd rather die in battle. That's why they made it his final mission. Wait, the heir is under the tutelage of a new teacher since we arrived in Castile, since according to reports his last teacher is at home due to injury in battle. The only teacher in Castile who knows me so well is. . .

had entered a new, more global phase, and the shadows were deeper than they had ever been. But as Davina looked at Lionel, and then at the glowing lights of Wisteria, she felt a surge of a familiar, unwavering resolve. They had defeated the "Sledgehammer." They had exposed the "Unwanted Bride." And they were ready for whatever the shadows brought next. The "Invisible Heir" was no longer just a role; it was a promise. A promise that no matter how deep the shadows, the light of the Quinton legacy would always find a way to shine.

I had been watching my 'future fiancé' for a little over a month and he was getting better and better. Thomas Conner, David Conner's heir, was my future fiancé by free and spontaneous pressure. He was somewhat immature, as he was always playing video games or going to strip clubs. He would be 30 years old, but his appearance is rather youthful, which makes me believe that he is going through some kind of mid-life crisis. I see him finally leaving the gym and laugh when I see his face with several bruises. I turn my attention away from him and focus on the man standing next to him, who is practically the image of a Greek god. He was much taller than George, making him practically disappear.

If I took one wrong step, I was dead. “Carla, what do you say dear, will you explain it to him?” She looked at him, kissed him, then stood up and walked over to me. She looked more dangerous than a viper. I didn’t recognize her, or maybe I didn’t even really know her. “You really don’t know?” she asked me. “Know what the hell do I know?” I asked, puzzled. “Just play dumb,” Kevin yelled from the couch. “Your parents named you the sole heir. Kevin they disinherited. They cut him out of all the paperwork,” Carla told me.