Novel & Cerita The Warrior Heir Book

"Without my Vanguard, Malachi will slaughter your father's loyalists—" "Let him try," I snarled, my silver eyes freezing over completely. "I am the Blood Moon Heir. I do not hide behind the armies of emotionally stunted warlords. I would rather fight my pack's enemies alone, tooth and nail, than tie myself to a man whose loyalty is already compromised." "You are being irrational," Kaelen rumbled, his chest vibrating with suppressed anger. "This is a strategic necessity!"

The moment I appeared clearly in view Fighting paused for a fraction of a second. Warriors from both sides turned their attention toward me. Silence spread momentarily across the chaotic scene. I lifted my hand slowly. Silver symbols erupted around my body and expanded outward. My voice carried across the territory. “Listen.” The power amplified my words. Every wolf felt the vibration. “I am the heir of the lost bloodline.” “My authority does not belong to one faction.” “It belongs to the crown.” Coalition warriors stared. Some lowered their weapons instinctively. Others hesitated. I continued.

He said. "What the hell are you talking about, you predator?" One of the warriors touched his weapon. “The heir doesn't know." The leader shot him a warning look, but too late. The word echoed in my head. Heir? My stomach went numb. "What hair are you talking about? Are you joking or what?” I asked. No one answered. The warriors looked at each other, and laughed. Their leader stood up. "Enough of this talking shit." He pointed at me. "Take him." He ordered.

0 I hesitate before I unzip the main bag. I know this is an intrusion, but I need to feel close to him, I need to feel connected and maybe this will help. I decide to do it and the bag is packed full of stuff. The first thing I find are his school books. I pull them out and see an advanced calculus book, an AP physics workbook, an anthology of the greatest works in literature, and a book on art history. My first thought is damn, this kid is way smarter than me and a feeling of pride rushes through me knowing that he is my mate. It makes me smile. 0

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred. He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build. The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.

Her house was in the opposite direction. ‘Where you going?’ I demanded to the warrior. ‘For a walk with my girl, before making sure she gets home safe. Who are you, her guard?’ he chuckled. Well he seemed to have got brave with a few beers. He may be a warrior, which yes, made him a worthy battle, but I was a Beta. Beta blood ran through me, meaning genetics were on my side, and that was before all the training I did. I could snap the little shit in two if I wanted. And he was getting a little cocky, I have to say...

Angelica was my mate, and she was the greatest granddaughter of Selene, and unlike my greatest grandfather, I wasn’t going to allow a God to stand in my way of my love for her. Fueled by my emotions and my undying love for Angelica, I pushed forward through the heir’s army, like a raging bull, with the thirst for blood now on my lips for the heir’s blood alone. Two by two the heir’s men now dropped in front of me, as I made my way to the center, knowing that he would surround his men around him, like the coward that he was. All this time he had stayed hidden behind not only the cloak but also hidden from his own men fighting for him until now. Only a coward would hide like this, and steal th

“You say I should put my pack first, well—I am. Tonight you’ve shown me that David doesn’t have Grandbay’s best interests at heart. I’m looking out for my pack, and I can’t do it with you here.” The Hexen heir raged quietly behind her unmoving stare, as if all that held it inside was her disbelief. She didn’t want to break in front of me. I didn’t want my temper to get any more out of hand than it already was. We both recognized that it was better to accept the circumstances than fight them, but I knew Catrina wasn’t going to surrender gracefully. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. “You’re going to throw everything we’ve built away,” she said. “Why? Because now you know you’re supposed t

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 say, seeing which papers that idiot was looking at. "I'm not a peeper". Speaks sitting in the chair facing my desk. "I just don't understand why you feel so much hatred for him". "Don't you understand?" I ask louder, not believing what I had just heard. "You are the daughter and heiress of businessmen, fairy tales don't exist for any of us". She answers seriously. "You should be happy because he's young, he's hot, and you have an overwhelming chemistry. I'm still recovering from what I saw". She says, shaking herself with a smile.