Novel & Cerita The Stolen Heirloom Botw

I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t been notified the second she was taken! “Brother, she’s just a dhampir.” Dimitri laughed as he bit into one of the young women who was holding out her neck so willingly. I watched as a smile started to form on her face and it made me nauseous to think that he could eat at a time like this. “She’s also the only heir to the throne, my dear son.” My mother walked into the dining room and kissed both my cheeks before going to greet my brother. She couldn’t resist using each opportunity to remind my brother that he still hadn’t produced a son.

As for why it ended up being nine sons… The master had just stroked his beard and said it was a secret. With so many "real heirs" and a bunch of impostors claiming to be the real deal popping up so often, it only made me, the fake heir who'd grown up by Mother and Father's side, all the more precious. On top of that, I had a sweet tongue and said all the right things. It was only natural that I was favored. While Mother and I spoke, Jean returned with the bowl.

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

Statues, as well as bones of different beings I have feasted on but left on display scattered in one corner of the room. It definitely looked creepy in here but that was how I liked it. A sigh escaped my lips as I slowly took off the royal robe I was putting on. Stepping into a jacuzzi tub in the middle of the room, I released a satisfied smirk as the cold water came in contact with my skin. "I want news, about the hybrid. What is going on with them? Is there any need to plot another attack on the great Uren pack?" I asked loudly. The servants around bowed respectfully, "Our spy has not returned to give us feedback regarding the authenticity of the hybrid being the only key to greater power

But come down here for a moment, will you? I get down off the roof and land on some boxes confused. —What do you need sir?— The merchant comes to me and starts tiding my clothes. — Your clothes, your highness! They are a mess. How have you undone almost all your laces?— —Oh, thank you, sir.— I say a bit embarrassed. I still haven't figured out how tiding laces work. He finishes my clothes and gives me an approving look. — If you're already going to the forge, would you mind doing me a favour and ordering a new shipment of twenty claymores? — Gentle voice but still astute tone like all traders.

My voice was a rasping bark now. "He was stealing from the Pack." She stepped over the threshold, her bare feet silent on the debris. "He stole the heir. He stole the Silver-Oak’s future. Caleb was sent to correct that mistake. Weren't you, Caleb?" I looked at Caleb. He didn't look at me. He bowed his head, his massive, furred shoulders trembling. "I did what was required," Caleb muttered.

He didn't look afraid; he looked like a child watching a new kind of clockwork. "The Heir is the key," Vala said, her eyes turning a deep, desperate blue. "The Source-Core identifies the Heir as a 'Friendly Terminal.' If the Heir enters the Core, the defenses won't fire. You can get us inside, Gianna. You can be the Trojan Horse we’ve been building for a thousand years."

“You – you said you need me and my spirit stone, right?” He looked at me with hard eyes. “I do.” “What do you intend to do with it?” “Only our king could answer that.” “Who is your king then?” “Our king is the great Apricusian leader – King Helion.” So, even the vampires are after this Shadow Rune relic… “Alright, you can have it, but you have to promise me one thing. You have to keep your word to Samalah. You must really help them out after this,” I said.

She extends a hand, as if what had just transpired earlier was as simple as some mistaken theft of a missing ballpen. “Solus Valentine” she replies, taking the Corpo’s hand. “Since you came here in time and are legit. I need you to do something simple for me.” Linda pulls out another chip and hands it to Sol, the tiny silver frame held the faint image of a black and white crane with its wings outstretched. “We lost a runner bot some days ago over at District 8A, Level 1, 26D West. Tracker puts right at the hands of some 14K black market den. We need you to get it back for us, no heat.”

Inside rested my birth-mother’s most guarded treasure: the leather-bound ledger of forbidden botanical formulas. Calling this artifact a mere notebook was an insult to Vaenya Hollowmere’s legacy; it contained the exact stellar recipes required to neutralize the most lethal toxins across the territories. It was no wonder Thorne and Vaelira had been willing to slaughter my entire lineage to possess it. My mother had left two copies of these sacred formulas within the mortal realm: this hidden ledger in my hands, and an ancestral vault that my grandfather was currently safeguarding within the Wolfsbane Lunar Herbarium—the grand botanical sanctuary I had been born to rule.