Heir Of Fire Bonus Chapter Novels & Stories

His expression darkened, betrayal and hunger and something raw I couldn't name. Chapter 7 didn't end in romance or resolution. It ended in chaos. The truth was out. I wasn't the lost sister. I was the heir. And now? The real war could finally begin.

It had never recovered from the fire. It had already been fading. And now this. Now he was driving wolfsbane draught straight through what little remained. I could feel that fragile part of me collapsing. The piece that had barely kept me standing until now. That was when the hurt turned to something worse. Humiliation. I had done nothing. I had only wanted my father’s bracelet back. Only wanted one last piece of Nightvale before I walked away. He destroyed it. Then he destroyed what was left of me.

The words hit like a live wire: In the event the line of legal heirs is compromised, all designated Cross assets revert to Alina Rivers. For a second, I just stare. Then a slow, sharp smile pulls at my mouth. “Of course,” I whisper. “You brilliant bastard.” Because that clause doesn’t just name me, it gives me leverage over the Cross empire itself. If Nathaniel’s line is tainted, if Elena’s power play crumbles, then everything falls straight into my hands. I lean back, laugh once—low, bitter, satisfied. Checkmate’s closer than they think. The phone buzzes again. Theo.

“Don’t make the mistake of thinking this is a private matter anymore. Everything you do from this moment forMonroe is public record. So if you want to win—” “I will win.” She rose slowly. “Then you’d better start fighting like it.” As she turned to leave, her voice softened just enough to sting. “For what it’s worth, I’m proud of you. You’re choosing to protect your family. That’s what your father would’ve done.” And then she was gone. I sat back in my chair, heart pounding. The shadows of legacy, bloodlines, and privilege were closing in. But I had something none of them did.

Their eyes were the same—golden, ancient, and as if bowing to blood older than their own. They bowed their heads and howled loudly. The long howl broke and echoed, making my heart tremble to the bone. Father stood tall with pride. And I could see that Alpha George was staring at me without looking away for even a second. The elder continued. "The heir of Carpathian will light the Fire of Lineage." I blinked rapidly, not understanding. "What fire?" Alpha George approached, his voice low and warm. "A fire that only burns if your blood is pure. If you are not the heir, then the fire will consume you."

Forever, be my lover. Of course. Liam had guessed that. Rose couldn't possibly make such a crazy offer, without something that would make her take advantage of it. For a few moments, Liam looked at her full of hate and revenge. he can't stand it anymore with his desire to get rid her of. 'Well, let's do that bet. I'll get her. And I'll make sure to get rid of you!' ***

Her head held up high nodding with silent approval. Yes, their plan would work. In a matter of time, Larissa would be in the castle and the much coveted stones that Silver Falcon wanted would be within their grasp. She would find it. Hydra was confident in her for some reasons, not only in the abilities that Summer had not yet known she possessed but in Silver Falcon's visions that had never failed him. "This will give you an advantage over the others. You must use it well." "The King and Queen will be curious about you, the Prince too. Let's hope he doesn't have any favourites yet, he'll certainly be of use to you some way or the other."

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

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

“They want the heir. And they want you. For your blood. For the power it holds.” Elara’s scar burned, and she thought of Eleanor’s words: “The fire is born of light. Of blood.” “What do we do?” she said. “Embrace it.” The witch held out a leather-bound book, identical to Eleanor’s journals. “This belonged to your mother. She knew this day would come. Knew the fire would need a Voss to guide it.” Elara took the book, her fingers brushing the cover—embossed with a phoenix, just like the others. Inside, her mother’s handwriting, neat and precise: