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“You think I don’t know what he’s doing? I helped him draw the blueprints.” Julian blinked. She smiled. “You’re not the only heir playing a long game, Mr. Vince.” And that was when he realized: she wasn’t Crane’s weakness. She was his legacy. — Back in New York – Same Night Clarissa slammed the door open into the safehouse. “Aiden,” she called out. He looked up from his laptop, eyebrows furled. “What happened?” She held up a burner phone. “Emergency message. One of our contacts from Legal just went dark. But before that—he sent a code. It matches a set of offshore files buried under your dad’s name.”

Something else breathed inside him, something vast and merciless. The Heir snarled. “You are mine! My shadow clings to your soul. You cannot wield it without me!” Adrien lifted his hand. Gold-black flames licked upward, searing the void itself. “Watch me.” He moved. The firestorm burst outward, not just burning but devouring. It tore through the Heir’s shadows, unraveling them like silk. Screams tore from the Heir’s throat, not in triumph but pain. The very essence he had bound to Adrien rebelled, turned against him, reshaped by will not his own.

All the pent-up anger, from jason deserting her initially, to the death of her parents she had kept bottled up all this while, The flames and water covered her very body, fusing to one force as she released it from her body outwards in a cascade of boiling energy, "Silence!" terra screamed, Her voice resonating through the Hall, this was one hell of a speech. Terra opened her eyes to see everyone staring at her with shock on their faces. They clearly didn't think she could do that, terra always had the gentle look. That's when she noticed the fire and water circulating me on both sides of my body like a strand of DNA. Terra stepped forwards, "I.. Am terrena rectir elixtu, queen to prince or

Half the council argued over grain prices while the other half pretended not to steal from one another and normally I would have ended the discussion in thirty minutes. Today, my thoughts kept wandering to Lena, to the old photograph folded inside the locked drawer of my desk and to the words burned into the back. The Ember Heir Lives. The shaman’s face refused to leave my mind. “Burn every record, if anyone discovers she’s alive… the kingdom won’t survive what follows.” I hadn’t asked who ‘they’ were but something told me I wouldn’t like the answer. When the meeting finally ended, Darius caught up with me outside.

Hadn't spoken since she told him what his grandfather had confessed. "Damien." Isabella's voice was soft. "We need to look." "I know." He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging strands from his bun. "I just need a minute." She waited. The penthouse was silent except for the distant hum of the city below. Somewhere out there, people were living their lives, unaware that the fate of an empire rested on a flash drive and the courage of two broken people. "Okay." Damien reached for the drive, plugging it into his laptop. "Let's see what my brother left behind."

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

A gasp of shock escaped me as the flames retracted and I could have a better look at the Bloody General. ** You can read Alev's book (The Golden Dragon's Surrogate) for f.ree on Kindl.e unlimited. For more information, join my group: T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire

The other heir had shifted back to human form, a tiny woman to have come from such a wolf, and as she let out a piercing scream, the pain my mate was feeling mounted. The crippling pain didn't last long but still had me on my knees watching the devastation unfold, anything Jasper was saying being lost to the wind, but as soon as the pain in my chest let up, the Heir jumped into the air. I half expected her to change into something else, to fly or shift mid-air maybe, but never would I have expected that a bird of fire would appear from nowhere, seamlessly catching her on his way by. While the bird circled the dead heir and Lucius, lighting the ground around them on fire, she dropped down ont

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

"It’s time. The hearth is breaking." "The hearth isn't breaking, Alpha Everest," I whisper-snarl through my clenched teeth, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as the first wave of fire slowly recedes, leaving my skin slick with sweat and heat. I look up into his dark, terrified gaze, my permanent gold-and-violet eyes flashing with a cold, absolute sovereign clarity. "Our heir is just tired of the dark. Stand stand behind me, Clyde. I need your shadow to anchor the flame."