後継者 Novels & Stories

Something that was waiting for an Heir. To Be Continued...

And yet, the empire remained. “Emergency protocols terminated,” the AI droned from the mainframe overhead. “Successor recognized. Elena Montrose. Designation: *Sovereign.*” The word echoed like a funeral bell and a coronation trumpet at once. Damien stood beside me, silent, his expression unreadable. He hadn’t spoken much since Luca died. Since we burned everything to the ground. I didn’t blame him. Because now the question neither of us dared to ask had become real: What happens after the war is won?

“No I don't.” “Well, it's very simple.’ Councilor Irena cleared her throat. “It’s about the matter of succession.” “What?” My jaw tightened. “What did you say?” “Succession” Harrow repeated. “Succession?” The word tasted like bile on the tip of my tongue, but I forced it back down. “what does that have to do with me?” “Yes,” she said smoothly, folding her hands. “You’ve done well stabilizing the territory. But stability requires continuity. Strength, and similarly, a Luna who reflects that.”

When the keen people observed the table where the Old Man’s family was seated, only the members of the side branch were showing the look of surprise while those from the main branch were relatively calm—especially Jaxon Elijah. Vulcan Elijah raised his wrinkled hand. Instantly, the crowded became quiet. “I hereby announce the succession order! Jaxon Elijah, my grandson, will inherit my seat as the CEO of Elijah Consortium both domestic and international, effective immediately. And my great grandson, Scott Elijah, is the designated heir to Jaxon regardless of any siblings after or beforehand.”

The battle of succession, A tradition that has been running through the Monteverde's since the Medieval period. A battle that will give a chance to the participants to be the head of the family and to have a hold on the massive family fortune. The candidate for the inheritance should have passed the criteria before to be officially announced as a participant of the Battle of succession. The first round of the battle of succession is the bloodline. The candidate must have a direct blood connection to the Head master. The Headmaster children and Grandchildren are the only ones who can be a candidate. Cousin and Niece are all excluded.

while tears are streaming down my face. My mouth fell open when I heard the crowd's applause. Their claps, their cheers... "Congratulations to our winner, Florence Mil for surviving the final round! Again, we have a winner!" the speaker announced. I roamed my eyes around expecting to see Eula... I don't understand... what's happening? Then the screen opened, showing the silhouette of the mysterious Domina. "Congratulations my dear, you're the only one who prevented the closest people to your heart from dying. You have survived the final round which is... the illusion. All of that... was just an illusion." she explained. I was glad to hear it but something is bothering me.

Selena's voice came through again and with a frustrated look on my face, I turned towards her. “What will happen? What do you mean by that?” “I meant, now that Moonlight Pack is void of an heir, what would be the next take?” “We made the first heir, right?” I asked and she nodded vigorously. “We will make the second heir.” “With who?” Though I found her question unnecessary, I replied, “Who else? Luna Anna, of course.” “What?” She yelled and immediately I shot her a quick look. “Do you have a problem with that?” I asked, looking her over.

Who will take that? To be continued

" No matter how weird our story was, I loved him, more than anything, more than my own life, but I'm sure you don't want to hear this." "I don't care about it honestly. Continue. " "You were always too insensitive." She took another big breath." By late Alpha Rodrick's will, the successor was Madoxe. " Raïna's eyes opened wide. Her heart pumped faster, waiting for the Luna to detail. " There is nothing I can explain about this part of the story. We don't know why, and will probably never know. "

"These people are not to be messed with. If I..." "I promise you that after today, Manfredio will not be a problem or danger to you anymore." I interject. "You will not have to fear him or anyone anymore. I can promise you that." "Then, yes, Ben, this is indeed the healthy sister. Her name is Mia, and she's an identical twin. The other girl's name is Maya. They were separated at birth under mysterious circumstances." He admits. Clarisse leans forward, her curiosity piqued as she startle. "Separated at birth? How does Manfredio know about this?"