Heir Of Fire Epub Novels & Stories

Lyall was my best friend. Being around him was never a burden. But looking back now... I wonder if they ever actually cared about me. Or if they cared about what being close to someone with Alpha blood could give them. The thought hurts more now than it ever did before. Because I understand what it means to be a parent. I'm going to have a daughter. And I already know that I would choose her over everything. I don't care if she's powerful. I don't care if she has magic.

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.

Dominic POV The fire alarm went off at 2:17 a.m. Not the estate’s system—this one came through a private channel, the kind reserved for properties that were never meant to be acknowledged on paper. A safe house. Victoria’s last registered location. “Confirmed?” I asked, already standing. “Confirmed,” Matteo replied. “Total loss. Accelerant used. No bodies.” No bodies. I didn’t sit back down. I walked to the window instead, watching the city lights cut clean lines through the dark, because there were only two possibilities and neither of them fit the outcome I had authorized.

"Adelaide, the Bad Debt... it’s not an event. It’s a choice." "A choice to be imperfect," Adelaide said, finally looking up. She held out the fountain pen to me. "The Heir is an algorithm of absolute logic. He cannot account for an act of pure, irrational destruction. To save the child, you must destroy the Banker." "What do you mean?" "The Heir is tracking your frequency, Seraphina. He’s using your love for the child as the carrier wave for his signal. If you want to break the link, you have to break the love. You have to make the system believe the 'Asset' has no value."

She read aloud: “If the girl survives the fire, she will inherit the ash. If the boy follows, blood will open the gates. And if the queen chooses both, the world burns clean.” Mateo stared at the line. “We’re not just heirs.” “No,” Amara said. “We’re weapons.” Scene Five – Echoes of the First Heir A panel clicked open in the wall. Inside, a skeleton — still dressed in the robes of a cardinal. A ring on his finger bore the Vesper mark. Cassian pried a second journal from the corpse’s grip. Inside: the original Vesper heir’s thoughts.

Because if Kaia is who I think she might be. Then this war isn’t about empires. It’s about resurrection. And fire always comes first.

The trials were over. Dorian stepped forward, raising both hands. “Let it be known, Cassia Nova Ashford is Flameborne by right, by blood, and by flame. She is heir to the golden fire. The prophecy has been fulfilled.” The sigil beneath Cassia turned gold. Her eyes, once deep brown, flickered with the light of the first fire. Nova ran forward, lifting her daughter. Liam wrapped them both in his arms. Tears. Laughter. Hope. And somewhere deep inside the shadows, even Dorian smiled.

With each step, the flickering light from the walls revealed glimpses of the boy's past. He looked at the pictures in silence. One displayed him, older, with pride, in front of a luminous audience. Another depicted him lifting his hand and fire blossoming into buildings, flowers, and trees. "You had strength," I remarked softly. "I was the First Flame's Heir," he answered. "The flames did not burn." It was constructed. It got better. With that, I created life. He studied his fingertips. I can't even start a spark anymore, though.

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."

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."