The Warrior Heir Book Novels & Stories

Something nags at my mind when I watch her in Beast form and it's been bugging me. Shadow Warriors are an alien race. We came to Earth after destroying our home planet with infighting. Our history texts have been passed down to each Shadow Warrior leader. I gained the books from my uncle. They chronicle the Shadow Warrior downfall on our home planet. My uncle worried about history repeating itself and forced me to read the texts early on. Even in my teens, I found them fascinating. I only skimmed through the texts on female Warriors because they hadn't existed in hundreds of years. Until Marinah. Her mother, Dinah, was a descendant of one of the female Warriors who came to Earth. Her secrets

Why was his vampire being stubborn at a time like that? I sat in the room with him, trying to figure out what I needed to do to get that boy back up. I placed my hands over my face, thinking as hard as I could. I was supplying him blood every day. I even gave him some more of my blood than I needed to. Nothing was working and to be honest, I was getting worried. I got off the chair that I placed by Dominic’s bed. I rubbed the hairs on my chin as I paced back and forth. That was not right at all. Did he even carry the trait at all? Lias: He has to…. He’s your first heir…

As the members read and studied the leaflets, the data about Aditya was written in full. Then the members nodded and conferred with each other, whispering here and there. "Well, ma'am, here it is written that the young master has a ten percent share given by his grandfather, Mr. Ali; in total, he has more than seventy percent when combined with the property of the great master; therefore, by rule, he is the new leader of this company." Mr. Weber explained. Everyone agreed to Mr. Weber's words, although Calvin looked weak when he found out that the leader was still under his age. He couldn't do anything because it was clear that Aditya was the rightful heir to the company.

And I knew how to exploit weakness. ******************************** By dawn, Nightfang Pack was ready. Hundreds of warriors filled the courtyard. Torches burned in the early darkness. I walked to the front of the army. Every warrior dropped to one knee. I looked over them. This army had bled for me. Killed for me. And now they would conquer for me. I raised my hand. “The prophecy has awakened!” The warriors roared. “The heir lives!” Another roar. “She carries the power to rule all packs!” The warriors shouted louder. “And today…”

He sneered as he looked at the warriors and me. "She would go to jail and nothing would happen. We would go to the war with other warriors of the werewolf kingdom and come back victorious. And besides, I have my brother Ken, who is also a warrior and a leader just like her as you said, and I believe he is going to win with his hundreds of thousands of warriors and not just a handful of a few hundred warriors like the Reapers." He sneered mockingly.

Her mother’s final lullabies echoed in her memory, sweet, quiet things once sung to her under starlight. "I’m not weak," she said, voice cracking. "No," her father replied. "You’re powerful. But misguided." He raised a hand, motioned behind him. The beast stirred. Dozens of hooded warriors descended, fanning out behind him like shadows with blades. "You can stop this war before it begins. Denounce your claim. Come with me. Be my heir." She looked past him at the storm of soldiers. Then at Ryker. He was pale now, swaying on his feet, blood leaking between his fingers.

The woman I'd become away from him. And Cael—He looked proud. God, that was dangerous. But… a small part of me was proud too. Not of the fear he caused. Not of the glowing eyes or ancient power. But of what it meant. He would burn kingdoms if I asked him to. He was dangerous. Unpredictable. Arrogant. But deathly loyal to me. And that made him a terrifying ally. I took a breath. “This isn’t just war,” I said. “It’s something darker. You all talk of armies, patrols, tactics—but none of that matters if we don’t understand her.”

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

On the table was the Alpha Calhoun, Luna Thelsa, their daughter, Cleo and Brian who was their son. Cleo was too excited and sat opposite the man who was no different from a prince. Her calm collected expression showed that she was trained in a ladylike manners every girl was supposed to learn. The only person who didn't approve of the young man was Brian who was heir to the throne after his father. He disliked the young man and said nothing throughout the dining. Alpha Calhoun was the most worried one, his mind is in a turmoil as he planned on how to take the Crescent Silver Moon pack to become his. The pack was as strong as his Autumn Pack but the Crescent Silver Moon pack are royals.

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.