The Warrior Heir Book Novels & Stories

To a boy. Rowan Thorne. Alpha Heir of Blueclaw. Blueclaw…the pack hanging by threads. Warriors dying every month. Rogues slipping past their borders like it was a joke. Packs withdrawing alliances left and right. And somehow, they still had an heir. And that heir was my mate? My hands shook. I shoved them into my pockets to hide it. This wasn’t just ridiculous. It was offensive. I was supposed to be the Moon Goddess’s chosen. Leader of my own pack. Strongest Alpha under thirty. I’d earned every damn scar on my body. I wasn’t supposed to be tied to some barely-standing pack’s heir who looked like he couldn’t lift a damn sword.

The girl stood beside the hunter like a statue, silver rings circling her irises, her once-bright voice stolen, her soul somewhere else. Seraphine stepped forward, hand trembling, lips dry. “Kaela…?” The girl didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Only whispered, in a voice not her own: “Heir of flame. Daughter of Elira. You were warned.” The hunter stood behind her, arms crossed, emotionless. “We wanted to show you what happens when you love something more than your cause.” Seraphine’s flame flared — but dimly. Not because it was weak. Because she was shaking too hard to focus.

I may not yet be a good fighter, but I realize that I have the heart of a great warrior. “If that’s your definition of being a warrior, then I am more suitable than you are since my father was the old Beta and leader of the training of all warriors of Mystic Moon, and my mother, in case you didn’t know, was the first leader of the female team of Moonlight Warriors. The blood of two great warriors runs in my veins. As for being a good fighter, I am currently working on that. And since I have the blood of two great warriors, I am built to learn fast. Oh, and Kathy could also tell you that.” I heard a snicker behind me, and I didn’t need to look to know it was Mika.

He let out a shaky breath, and I could see he was holding back tears of frustration. I took a breath and stepped closer, standing at his bedside. “I can understand why you would want to emulate my mate. He is a strong and brave warrior. But there is more to him than being a warrior. And there must be more to you than simply being a warrior.” Clement started to growl, but a louder, more menacing growl from Darren to my right seemed to shut him up. “Easy for you to say. You’re an Alpha heir. Everything has been easy for you. Has been handed to you.”

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

“I have something to tell you” Alpha Seven managed to say. Alpha Seven is the heir to the throne of the Alpha, Alpha Cloud of the undefeated wolves. Right there, at night time, he laid gently in the garden with his hands behind his head and his lover, Hazel, lying peacefully on his chest as they watched the stars together.

said Emilia, Athen and Emilia went their ways, in morning Athen just had to face one warrior, Athen decided to spend the night by the battle ground he ate his food and slept for the night. The next morning everyone gathered again for competition, villagers, and knights and the three fighter came to competition, "This morning Jeiko was found dead and hence Athen will move on to finals" said the knight "King Balak will join us for the final fight", the two warriors fought among themselves, the fight was vicious, there was blood everywhere, the fight went on for few minutes and then one of the warrior who was carrying a hammer bursted his opponent's head open with his hammer. With this the figh

Well, he probably didn't care much about an unborn kid a thousand years in the future. Anyway, after the blond-boys hunt ended, one of the last ones with orange eyes started a rebellion using the large poor communities from where he came. He founded a new republic called Castela in the north of the island. And died a few days after the founding of the new kingdom. Then a boy said to be the heir of the hero "Arthur" assumed the throne. The End! Really, only the first paragraph of this book is worth reading. The rest of this book talks only about politics.

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.

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.