The Warrior Heir Book Novels & Stories

"Alpha." "Summon Karrik at once," I commanded. "Tell him I have a special task for him concerning my worthless son." Varek hesitated for only a fraction of a second before nodding. "As you wish, Alpha." The door slammed shut behind him, leaving me alone with my dark thoughts. Moments later, the chamber doors opened again, and Karrik stepped inside. The warrior leader was built like a beast, his scars a testament to the countless battles he had survived. He bowed before me, awaiting my orders.

Like someone had placed it there for me to find. My fingers curled around the book. I lifted it slowly, carefully opening the cover. There was no title. Just brittle pages covered in faded script and lunar markings. Symbols I didn’t recognise. In the middle of the book, tucked between a page of symbols and another of warnings, I saw it. A story of a wolf with a soul that refused to leave the world of the living. It told of a warrior who died in battle, his body cold, his mate devastated. But she didn’t let go.

Now that her son was an adult and the heir, her influence was purely familial, not hierarchical. “I will go myself,” Walther declared, rising from the sofa without waiting for permission. His eyes were clouded with worry “You know his temper, My King. A standard unit of warriors will not be able to enforce the command.” With that final word, Walther turned and strode out of the sitting room, already calling for the elite squad. The Chief Warrior was rushing back toward the waiting helicopter, driven by a new, immediate necessity. The Royal Heir had been found, but he was entangled in a distraction that demanded immediate intervention.

All born from love, but twisted by fear. "What do you want from me?" she asked. Alexander studied her for a long moment. "I want you to take care of my grandson. I want you to love him, even when he makes it difficult. I want you to be the person he comes home to, the person he trusts, the person who sees him not the CEO, not the Thorn heir, but him." "And in return?"

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

The mysterious leader slowly approached the edge of the platform. His face remained hidden beneath a dark hood. Only his voice carried through the chamber. “The prophecy has awakened.” Every warrior lowered their head. None dared meet his gaze. “The Moon Heir lives.” The words echoed through the hall. Cold. Final. Absolute. A messenger stepped forward and knelt. “Our spies confirm she remains within White Fang Territory.” The leader became silent. Then slowly smiled. A terrible smile. The kind that belonged to predators. “The heir will not remain hidden forever.” The warriors shivered.

I don't really know this lady but I love her already. "Anyways we had to make a stop and then come here, if he could take me back home he definitely would but I am grateful there wasn't time" "He could have let you go yourself but he didn't. Maybe that's something" "That's nothing. He just wants to make sure I get rid of it, he goes with all of us" what a douchebag. "Doesn't he want an heir? I mean he is Don" "He does have an heir. He doesn't want competition so I guess that's why"

River's fingers trailed the spine of the next book, its leather cover worn smooth by countless readings. "The Lame Warrior's Triumph," she whispered, opening the pages to reveal the tale of Kaid. Thane's eyes sparkled with curiosity as River began to read: "Kaid, a warrior injured in battle, was deemed unfit for later battles. Yet, he refused to accept fate's dictate. Instead, he honed his mind, sharpening his wit and strategic thinking." As River spoke, Thane's imagination conjured Kaid's determined face, his eyes burning with a fire that would not be extinguished.

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

He asked, an urgency in his tone. “It was yesterday,” I breathed. “I….” I almost told him that I gave it to Eric, but I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to involve him in this. Then I remembered something. “I have the blood of a Red Oak tribe member because my birth mother was the founder. I couldn’t even open the book.” ‘You need magic to open it,” he said, cutting my swelling hope with a knife, popping me like a balloon. “He was walking back to his desk, grabbing his phone without sparing me a look. “I need warriors. A lot of them.”