Vampire Heirarchy Novels & Stories

“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.

Grandma asked "There's no even need for that. The first and last one are quite easy but the second one is going to be a bit difficult so if you can pass the other two stages and meet the exact requirement, you'll automatically become the heir or heiress. The person with the highest profit wins and it must be two companies" she added "So..... Who are we starting with? Since we have only one male here, starting with him won't be a bad idea. John Campbell, step forward with your ledgers" Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief

"Because I have watched this bloodline die for four hundred years, Ophilia. Slaughtered, one family at a time — until a single couple went into hiding. Eighteen years ago, even they were found." "Wait — does that mean—" "Yes," she cut in, quiet and certain. "Those were your parents." The truth landed like a detonation in my chest. I wasn't only an Omega, unwanted and disposable — I was an orphan, and had been from the very beginning. Grief threatened to pull me under — until the rest of what she'd said finally registered. Four hundred years. "You've been alive for four hundred years?" I breathed. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face. "Isn't it obvious? I'm a witch."

The man connected to the debt threatening her family. For the first time, she realized their lives had been moving toward something unavoidable. Something dangerous. And somewhere far beyond Briar Hollow, within the halls of an ancient castle, the First Blood Vampire sat upon his throne. Before him rested a report. A report concerning one girl. One hybrid. One future bride. The vampire king slowly closed the document. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "The time is approaching." His crimson eyes glowed in the darkness. Outside his castle, thunder roared across the night sky.

I gave you the best life. "You had a child out of wedlock and handed him off to a nanny—I raised him for you too. "But what you should never have done was bring your son back and let him bully Cillian. Your family already wronged my daughter once. Now you want to wrong her child too?" My grandfather's face flushed with anger. He slammed his hand on the table. "You said it yourself—those who aren't of the Harrison bloodline don't belong in the Harrison family. So starting today, pack your things and leave. There's no place for bastards in my family."

Her village was one of the small nameless village that thrived at the foot of the Vamier mountains. She knew that she never belonged there. The children of the village were dark haired headed and brown eyed. She was different. With pale skin that looked like she was born under the cold mountains of Everus and hair as white as snow and eyes a bright amber auburn that looked fiery in the light.

“Or perhaps… a warden, and afterwards she refined them.” A chill moved down my spine. “Refined from what?” I asked quietly. Cian’s gaze flicked to the window, where pale daylight filtered through. “Something older. Wilder. Unstructured.” My heart beat harder, “The Lost Bloodline.” His silence was enough confirmation. “In the fragments that survived,” he continued carefully, “there are references to cycles, to an age before the Moon’s dominion, when power was not centralized.” “Centralized?” I echoed.

Even though I'm close to Drake, he doesn't know anything about their past, while Alice has always been upset with me for reasons I can’t seem to comprehend. But the point is that despite being adopted, they were believed to have celebrated their twenty-first birthday lavishly. Even though vampires can't have children like humans, our history book claims that our divinity gave the queen the ability to have a child who would be the heir to the kingdom. And that child is me now, and I’m hoping that as a child given by the white deity, I’ll be able to celebrate mine too. I am not after the grand celebration though because I am not a materialistic person. What I want is for my twenty-first birthd

Sarah's face tightens at my pointed question, and I can feel the uncomfortable silence stretching through the room. "You're asking the right questions," she says finally, her voice careful. "In most werewolf packs, yes, male heirs traditionally take precedence. But you're not just any heir, Tiffany. You're dual-bloodline, and that changes everything." "How convenient," I say, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice. Through our bond, I feel Clint's mixture of pride and concern at my directness.

"Why? What do they want with my baby?" "The prophecy," Viviana said, struggling to sit up. This time Seraphine helped her, propping pillows behind her back. "There's an ancient prophecy about the Nightshade bloodline. It says that when the last heir awakens and bears a child with a Aion vampire, that child will have the power to unite or destroy the supernatural world." "I know about the prophecy," I said. "Lord Konstantin mentioned it."