The Ultimate Heir System Novels & Stories

“This is the family heirloom men give to their wife before marriage. I want you to hand it over to her. She deserves you and you deserve her. Go and marry her, I will take care of your mother's issue myself ” “Seriously dad? That is better! I will soon bring you a heir within eight months .” He rejoiced happily “What are you talking about? You got her pregnant before marrying her? Why are you so rough?! ” “Dad! I got the trait from you. You got mom pregnant when she was in her twenties and Olivia is in her twenties, it is in the blood!” “Damn! Son! Keep your voice down. Vivian is out there, I don't want her to hear any shameless remarks about me ” He jokingly hit Anthony's head and took him

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

— I know, I always exalt myself when my ego is hurt, but I can't help, you know me. — But you want peace, why did you make war and wanted to be a king who works the most? — Asks the heir with annoying honesty in his words. I take a deep breath and calm down. — Simple dear heir. To live comfortably in our society, you need to be part of the upper class. This unfortunately comes with some disadvantages. Someone in your ignorance probably doesn't notice. But society is like a food chain where the strongest use the weakest. My idea of “peace” is to stay tall enough not to be eaten.

She asked herself and walked back in the direction of her room. Astra was sprawled on her bed smiling hopelessly. "Are you well?" she asked and Astra simply chuckled. "I've never been better!! I've been invited for Queenstrial!" she shouted gleefully and Summer rolled her eyes. Of course, she forgot that it was that time of the season. The time the Crown Prince got married. A daughter from each of the thirteen founding noble families was picked so they spend about three months in the palace till the Prince picked his choice. They would be put through a series of tests to determine whether or not they were fit to be Queen.

Nathaniel answered. "Okay, I'll do just that." His mom responded. Few seconds later his father's voice came up. "Hello Nathan, what is it?" "Dad. I have something important I need to tell you." Nathaniel sounded urgent. "What is it? Hope there is no problem with my company?" His father asked. "No, I want to take a leave. I.. I have something important to do back in Washington. You know Isabella Asher Queen right? The current heir of Queens empire?" Nathaniel asked.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

I had secretly picked out names for our baby, pictured him inheriting the Gallo legacy, a proud and powerful Don. I remembered arguing with Matteo all night once about how we would raise him. I wanted him to have the best education, far from the family's violence, while he insisted our son must learn the world's cruelty from a young age. All those hopes were beautiful then. But now, even if his agony wasn't an act, it filled me with nothing but disgust. "Your bloodline?" I scoffed. "When did you ever acknowledge it?" "From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!"

“No priestly confinement. No isolation. No rituals conducted without my consent.” “And hers,” Lyra added quietly. The council erupted. “This is madness—” “You cannot shelter her from destiny—” “The mate bonds are breaking—” “That’s enough,” I growled, letting my wolf bleed into my voice. The walls seemed to lean inward under the pressure. “If the realm is fracturing, it’s because you keep trying to force ancient systems to obey your fear.” The words tasted like treason. Cian’s eyes darkened. “If she is the Heir, Alpha… then the realm may not survive her defiance.”

She tapped a key, and a series of encrypted files flickered into view—the genetic profiles of the Quinton and Smith families, the blueprints of the Aether core, and the detailed psychological profiles of every member of the alliance. “Arrogance is a terminal disease, 'Uncle' Derek,” Peony said to the empty room. “And you’ve passed it on to your daughter. You think you’ve unified an alliance, but all you’ve done is gather all my prizes in one place. Tomorrow, the 'Invisible Heir' will use her thumbprint to hand me the keys to the world, and there won't be a single thing any of you can do to stop it.” She looked at the countdown timer on her screen: 18:42:15.

However, his father refused and asked him to join the company immediately. The Burg family was one of the most respected families in the world, with a lot of wealth thanks to Gilbert's hard work. As he was getting old, he was soon preparing to pass on all his wealth to one of his family, either his children or his grandchildren. Gilbert is still the Chairman. He still controls the company even from home. He has many spies to keep a close eye on the actions of his children, his son-in-law, and even his grandchildren. Gilbert hopes that his legacy will fall into the right hands.