Novel & Cerita The Warrior Heir Book

His hands slide to my back, pulling me closer, and I wrap my arms around his neck, desperate to feel him, to forget the pain. The heat between us builds quickly, like a fire spreading through my veins. His hands wander over my body, his touch urgent and desperate, and I feel a shiver run through me. I want to pull away, to stop this before it goes too far, but I don’t. I can’t.

“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.”

Her nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I'll get you back for this," she claimed loudly and stomped her way out of the ground. . . . . _____ . . . ."Minahil what happened? Have you swapped the party and now you are a companion to the angels because the descendant of Devil like you can't be happy over the success of her enemy." "Who said he is going to win?" Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara.

And then, a figure stepped out of the flames. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't a man. It was a warrior clad in silver armor that looked like it was made of frozen moonlight. He held a spear that hummed with a sound that made my dragon soul recoil in pure pain. He didn't look at the wolves. He didn't look at Silas. He looked straight at me. "The Goddess was right," the warrior said, his voice sounding like grinding metal. "The parasite has returned. It’s time to finish what we started a thousand years ago."

But as I looked at the man walking beside me, the Shield who had survived the stone and the dark, I realized that the universe had made a mistake. It had given the Sovereign a heart. And a heart is the only thing that doesn't follow the code. The Architect was ready. The Shield was unchained. And the Heir... the Heir was the weapon they never expected. The war for the Earth was over. The war for the future had begun.

“Another presence besides the one she already has?” Alaris asked. “What?” The Priest asked as if that was an important detail he had somehow forgotten. The days he had spent healing his hand and drowning in his madness of a lingering hole for the return of the Heir had affected his memory somehow. But now he was getting better, the presence of the Heir was all he needed to be himself again. This war shall be won by them. IT WAS WRITTEN! “The Bearer of the Life Gem is connected to her. That is the connection she shares with the gem.”

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

Could this be the clue I had waited years to find? “I’m going with you,” I said, my voice trembling but firm. He met my gaze for a long moment, searching, calculating. “Fine,” he said at last. “But if your father is alive, Ember…” He stepped closer, his voice dropping low, almost a growl. “…then he and I have unfinished business.” His words sent a chill through me, but I said nothing. By dawn, the warriors were assembled, each one armored, weapons glinting with silver and steel. Of course, Shawn was among them, his expression firm as he mounted his horse. He looked like he was ready to put down anyone who messes with me.

Because of what the connection whispered next. The Lost Heir has returned. The words echoed through every part of me. Lost Heir. Not Eighth Heir. Lost. Which meant... The Well Keeper had told me the Seven Heirs were one family. If there was a Lost Heir... Then someone hadn't been added to history. Someone had been erased from it. The hooded figure slowly lifted one hand. The sky above the throne darkened. The fracture across the heavens widened. And a voice, calm enough to chill the soul, carried across impossible distances.

But there were too many of them. "They keep coming!" one of the warriors shouted. "Hold the line!" I yelled back. We were still fighting when I saw a masked warrior step out from the dark. He did not fight the others, he came straight for me. "The cursed heir," he said coldly. He lunged forward with a dagger aimed at my heart. I raised my sword to block but he was fast. The blade came down and I barely caught it with my bare hand. The metal cut into my palm but I held it tight.