Novel & Cerita Book After Heir Of Fire

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

And this time, she spoke a little awkwardly. "Yes, ma'am," Adit replied. "Get used to calling me Mom," Madam Sandra instructed, a little embarrassed. "Yes, mom," Aditya replied without thinking. For him, Mrs. Sandra is a woman he respects a lot, just like his mother, so whatever she tells him to do willingly. Moreover, he had received permission from his own biological mother, and although forced, the life as an heir that he never wanted he had to live today.

Evelyn inhaled deeply before saying, "He’s the CEO of Eden Entertainment. And the heir to the Dean Group." A beat of stunned silence. Then, Anita nearly choked on her wine. "What?!"

I started small. Pressing my hand to a candle flame, letting the warmth soak into my palm. No flare. But the wick flickered faster when I touched it. As if my power still whispered. Next, I pulled out an old book from the shelf in Kael’s office—Bloodlines & Boundaries. The name made me snort. Inside were maps, names, power charts. I studied every inch until I found one detail he must’ve missed: A gate. Not magical. Just old. Rusted. Forgotten.

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

Translating the words: ‘To the one who reads this. I, Brynjarr Guldbrandsen, Dragon King of Norway, and my family before me have had possession of this book for thousands of years now. We are its guardians, and hold it in readiness for the one who will truly need it. No one may possess this book without our blessing, along with that of the God, Sol, who gave this book to my family to protect. If you are the one we give this to, then you have our blessing, and our blades should you need them.’ Ash looks at her, then back at the book.

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

A paradox I carried with solemn pride and quiet fear. And through it all, Sebastian Hale loomed, a silent, watchful presence in my mind. He believed he understood my world. He didn’t. He couldn’t. But friction, scrutiny, and unresolved tension promised one thing: tomorrow, the battle between us, boss and employee, enemies by circumstance would continue. I stepped into the fading LA light, the city stretching endlessly, and let the weight of the secret settle alongside the thrill of the unknown. Stakes were high, consequences immense, and yet… I was ready.

The realm is unraveling. “Because it was fragile to begin with,” I said. “Because you built it on bonds you could break at will.” For the first time, her expression shifted. “You speak treason” she roared. “I speak truth,” I said. “And I won’t be your instrument.” The silver fire flared violently. “You will choose,” she intoned. “Or others will suffer for your refusal.” I woke with a gasp. Moonlight flooded the room. The pendant burned. Outside, a scream echoed through the fortress. Then another.