Heir Of Blood Novels & Stories

Lyra has spent her whole life trying to disappear. She was always considered as ordinary, unremarkable and powerless. The lone girl with no wolf, no heritage, and nothing to her name except a strange moon-etched pendant she was found with as a baby. But the older she gets, the more the world bends around her. Shadows move when she does, her dreams bleeding into reality and the moon constantly watched over her like it remembers her. Everything changes the night the Moonfang Pack captures her. Their Alpha, Rael, is feared across the realm as cold, disciplined and born to command. Yet when he sees Lyra, something cracks. Something ancient stirs. She should feel wrong to him but instead she feels inevitable. Their connection is a slow-burning, unwanted magnetic pull that neither of them understands, and both try to resist. Until Lyra finally breaks. Under a blood-stained moon, she tries to escape but her pendant ignites against her skin, dragging her to her knees. Her scream rips through the forest, powerful enough to force three fully-shifted wolves to collapse and lose their forms instantly. Hours later, Rael finds her lying in the moonlit dirt, glowing with silver light and for the first time in his life, Alpha Rael is afraid. Because Lyra is not just awakening. Across the realm, other girls fall sick with the same burning energy. Mate bonds snap and packs are riled up in panic. Prophecies tremble awake and the ancient myth of the Lost Bloodline resurfaces: a long foretold lineage tied to the Moon Goddess, a forgotten heir and a wolf whose shadow has not touched the earth in centuries. Lyra is changing. The realm is cracking. And Rael must decide whether to protect her or destroy her before the world does.

Rakar Adiyatama is known as a cold and mysterious CEO, but beneath his expensive suits lies a dark secret—he is the legendary Alpha of the Velkan Clan, a line of werewolves thought to be extinct. For love, he abandoned his throne and married Revira Ardelia, an ordinary human woman completely unaware that the man sleeping beside her is a monster. Their perfect life shatters when their only son, Ardan, falls mysteriously ill on his seventh birthday. Doctors find nothing, yet the birthmark on Ardan's back begins to glow like blood. Rakar knows this is no ordinary sickness; it is the awakening of the *Blood Moon*, an ancient and dangerous power that a half-human child should not possess. When a mad scientist kidnaps Ardan for a gruesome experiment, Rakar is forced to unleash the beast he has buried for eight years. His secret is brutally exposed, shattering Revira's trust. Now, Rakar must fight on three fronts: win back the heart of his terrified wife, protect his son from the rival Lunaris Clan who has come to claim the Blood Moon's power, and face his own clan who brands him a traitor. Caught between two worlds, Rakar must prove that a father's love is deadlier than any Alpha's fangs.

My sister and I were chosen by the Blood Ledger on the same night. In our first life, Lydia chose beauty. I chose genius. She became the most desired girl in the vampire courts, but the Glamour Gift came with one condition. She had to win true devotion before the deadline. She failed. Men wanted her face. They wanted her body. They wanted to show her off like a rare jewel. But none of them loved her. When the Blood Ledger took her beauty back, Lydia lost everything. I became the youngest scholar in the Night Academy, solved forbidden blood theories, and caught the eye of Adrian Blackthorne, heir to the oldest vampire house. So Lydia killed me. She trapped me beneath the sunrise and smiled as I burned. When I opened my eyes again, we were sixteen, standing before the Blood Ledger once more. This time, Lydia stole the Scholar Gift before I could speak. “Now I’ll be the genius everyone worships,” she said. “You can have beauty this time.” Poor Lydia. She thought she had stolen my future. What she didn’t understand was that every blessing in this world had already been marked with a price.

Isabella Romanov thought her body was broken. She thought the man holding her while she bled was the only thing keeping her alive but she was wrong about all of it. The pills in her green juice, the best friend in her bed, the forged signatures waiting in a lawyer's desk, Marcus Whitfield didn't just betray her. He hollowed her out and sold what was left. But Marcus made one fatal mistake. He forgot who her father was. When Isabella walks out of her suburban prison and back into the world of blood and power she was born into, she finds an unlikely ally in Luca Moretti, the most dangerous man on the East Coast. He'll destroy Marcus and burn every bridge her ex-husband ever built. But his protection comes at a price: her hand, her name, and her presence in his bed. Isabella isn't stupid enough to trust another powerful man. She's just desperate enough to marry one. As she rises from discarded wife to mafia queen, Isabella uncovers a conspiracy far darker than infidelity, stolen embryos, Russian bounties, and a family ledger worth more than the city itself. The deeper she digs, the more she realizes that everyone around her wants something, and the man who swore to protect her might have wanted it first. In a world where blood is currency and love is leverage, Isabella must have to decide what she's willing to burn to get back what was taken from her and whether the man beside her is worth keeping.

Isolde Vancrest had witnessed the ultimate betrayal. Her long-time fiancé, Alan Princeton, had gotten his own sister-in-law pregnant, and he had the audacity to defend it. Alan: "You can't have children. The family can't end with me." How ironic. This was the same man who had once knelt nine times to propose, swearing he would rather be sterile than ever hurt her. If love was a joke, then pride had lost all meaning. That night, Isolde called the one man in Southbridge whose name most people feared to speak. By morning, she was his wife. When Alan saw her again, it was at her wedding. He dropped to his knees, eyes red. Alan: "Honey, I was wrong. Please… look at me." Isolde took a step back and fell into the arms of the man behind her. "The Prince," the ruthless ruler of half the city, wrapped an arm around her waist. "Seems you've forgotten your place." His voice was biting cold as he looked down at Alan. "Now she’s someone you don’t deserve to even look at."

I was reborn the year the Blood Moon War began. The first thing I did? I sacrificed my child. The child of my blood-bonded mate, Lord Lucius of the Covenant. In my last life, he chose to protect his childhood sweetheart, Lilith, when she slept with a werewolf. He stole my pureblood heir and replaced it with her half-breed mongrel. They branded me a traitor. In a sun-scorched dungeon, they burned my scarred body to ash with holy light. And my own son, his mind poisoned by Lilith, stood on my ashes and cursed me to Hell for all eternity. When I opened my eyes again, the blood ritual for my heir was already three months along. I didn't hesitate. I went straight to a witch, and with a potion brewed from my own heart's blood, I ended it. Then, I put on something else: an expensive amulet of Blood Illusion. It faked the energy of a pureblood fetus. It masked my true state, cloaking me in the sweet, alluring scent of a pregnant vampire. It even created a perfect illusion of a growing belly. Lucius needed an heir to cover for Lilith’s crime. Fine. I’d play along. This time, I had no weaknesses.

They called me the fat maidservant nobody wanted. Then the moon goddess made me the mate of the Alpha heir — and he rejected me in front of four hundred wolves rather than claim me as his own. I'm Ophilia. Nine years I served the Draven royals in silence, swallowing every insult, every slap, every reminder that I would never be enough. So when Alpha Jace looked at my body like it was something to be ashamed of and refused me on that platform, I didn't break like they wanted me to. I stood back up. I refused his rejection right back — binding him to me forever, whether his pride could stomach it or not. They beat me. They tore the only thing my dead parents left me from my hand. They hunted me through the woods like an animal. They should have killed me when they had the chance. Because I'm not the same girl who ran into those trees. I have a new face, a new name, and a secret bloodline old enough to burn their entire throne to the ground. I'm going to walk back into that packhouse, take back everything they stole from me — and if the Alpha who called me unworthy falls in love with a woman he doesn't even recognize along the way? Good. Let him choke on it. He rejected the girl. He has no idea what's coming for the woman.

One night of masked deception. One night of feral heat. A lifetime of secrets. ~~*~~*~~ Morgana was a shadow in the house of Silas. A servant tasked with scrubbing the floors and hiding the scandalous secrets of her Mistress, Victoria, the Beta’s daughter. When Victoria’s debauchery threatens her betrothal to the lethal Alpha King Kieran Shadowfang, Morgana is once again forced into a mask and a royal gown to play the part of the perfect bride. She expected a cold meeting. She didn't expect the pull. One touch from Alpha Kieran ignites a fated mate bond that screams through her veins. One forbidden kiss leaves the Alpha obsessed with a woman whose face he hasn't seen. But when the truth is twisted by a master manipulator and a drugged rejection shatters her soul, Morgana is hunted into the woods with her new born. Three years later, she is no longer a servant. She is the queen of the rogues. A survivor, raising a son with the alpha’s eyes and a power that could level the kingdom. When Alpha Kieran, no longer the drugged puppet but a man desperate for the mate he thought he killed, he finds a woman who doesn't want him or his crown, and a son who doesn't know his name. Will Alpha Kieran be able to reclaim his mate, and son, or lose them to his mortal enemy, alpha king of the north?

If it wasn't her blood, he had no desire for it. Emily had come to the understanding that even the undead, had desires and cravings. For her, it was the way he had come to crave the richness of her blood and the cold but satisfactory feeling it brought her.

The city lights of Valenfort burned bright against the suffocating dark like a gem tainted by blood. Beneath that glittering surface lay nameless alleys where the scent of iron and the echoes of screams intertwined into a symphony of hell. No one remembered the last time they saw a real sunrise for this city had long belonged to the night. Evelyn Cross , a fourth-generation vampire hunter of the secretive order known as The Order of the Thorn , was born in blood and sworn to die for her mission. She had once watched her father torn apart by a pureblood vampire, a creature so fearsome that humans dared only whisper its name in prayer. Since that day, Evelyn lived like a blade cold, unfeeling, and driven by the hunt. Until she met Lucien Draven , the Blood King of Valenfort who ruled the shadows with a calm smile and eyes that could stop a heartbeat. Lucien did not kill Evelyn upon their first encounter. Instead, he saved her from the very comrades who had betrayed her. A vampire saving a hunter such a thing had never happened in the history of either world. Evelyn despised him… yet could not kill him. Lucien desired her… yet knew his love was her death sentence. In Valenfort, a war of blood is rising. The ancient vampire houses are clawing for dominance, while the hunters’ order fractures under betrayal and deceit. Amidst gunfire, betrayal, and desire, Blood War is not merely a battle between species but between the heart and fate itself. “In the world of darkness, truth isn’t written in ink… but in blood.”