Heir Of Fire Audiobook Novels & Stories

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?!"

“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

His gaze dropped to Mr Coal on the bed, and my stomach plummeted into a bottomless pit. Riftan’s words came tumbling into my mind when I asked him about the vampires that burned in the store. I was right… one of them was indeed the heir. And not just any heir, but the heir to the renowned Vampire King. “I am sorry,” I whispered, a tremor settling in my bones. “I am too.” He smiled an apologetic smile that was both consoling and bone-jarring. I swallowed the sudden urge to surrender to the unavoidable doom. “You see, he is my only son and the only one to have survived the fire. Thanks to his ancestor's blood that runs in his veins.” His gaze traveled along the length of the coal on the bed, t

"You said this was locked away since before the founding of Fresh Meadows. Why now?" "Because the blood has returned," Moses murmured, eyes flicking to the thin red scar glowing along Xavier's palm. "Because she stirs. And because you've begun to remember." Xavier struck the flint. Sparks danced. The corner of the scroll caught, flames curling slowly across it—but instead of ash, it left glowing script behind, as though fire birthed truth. He read aloud, his voice barely above a whisper: "To the bearer of both curse and cause, heir to the flame that walks forgotten, there lies the Crown of Fire and Bone. Not forged, but born. Not wielded, but awakened. Its fire burns black with memory. Its a

“You were meant to burn the old world down!” “I did burn it,” Evelyn hissed, pushing forward. “But I built something better from the ashes.” “You call this better?” The Heir’s laughter was wild, echoing through the valley. “Chains wrapped in silk are still chains, sister.” “I’m not your sister,” Evelyn spat. “Oh, you are,” the Heir said softly, pressing her blade to Evelyn’s throat. “We share the same scars.” Evelyn’s magic flared. The air around them shattered like glass. In an instant, the Heir was thrown backward, slamming into the mud.

"I need to collect my things. My mother's journals. The few heirlooms that survived the fire. You cannot just erase my life like it’s a ledger entry." He narrows his eyes, a flicker of genuine irritation crossing his handsome, chiseled face. He steps into my space, his sheer proximity forcing me to tilt my head back just to meet his piercing, unreadable gaze. He smells of scorched pine and something metallic, like a coming storm. "There is nothing left, Aichonne. The fire took it all. The wood, the silk, the history. Your sentimentality is a luxury, and in this war, it is a liability we cannot afford."

I replied. He raised an eyebrow. “Noise?” “Lucid, inconvenient, unstoppable noise,” I said. “Evidence he didn’t plant himself.” “That might pull Adrian Blackwood’s attention,” Luca warned. “He’ll come digging.” “Let him,” I said. “If he can see through the smoke, maybe he’ll finally see who set the fire.” Luca studied me for a long moment, then nodded. “Then we start with your timeline. Everything you remember from when his company first began cracking.”

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

I say, seeing which papers that idiot was looking at. "I'm not a peeper". Speaks sitting in the chair facing my desk. "I just don't understand why you feel so much hatred for him". "Don't you understand?" I ask louder, not believing what I had just heard. "You are the daughter and heiress of businessmen, fairy tales don't exist for any of us". She answers seriously. "You should be happy because he's young, he's hot, and you have an overwhelming chemistry. I'm still recovering from what I saw". She says, shaking herself with a smile.

She said as she stretched out her hand to receive his. She scanned the room briefly and found no signs of Hydra or Lord Earn. Have they abandoned her? She asked herself with panic building in her chest. Last she remembered, Lord Earn was on his way to the dais to talk to the King. The music began suddenly, Prince Caspian grabbed Larissa's hand firmly as they began to waltz. Spinning and circles and shuffling their feet to the slow, rhythmic music. It was perfect, but even so more when their eyes met.