Heir Of Fire Free Audiobook Mga Nobela at Kwento

Madison was always the curious one and the others seemed shell-shocked about the bomb that Zach just dropped regarding Emily’s family tree. “Um.” Emily decided to try and answer this question for herself. Zach questioned her with her eyes, making sure she was all right to talk about this, and she nodded her head that was okay. “Well, from what my aunt has told me. It seems Orfeo,” she glanced over at Jacob, who had hatred in his eyes when she said that word, “it seems he was a rarity, that’s why he’s so powerful.”

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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

She looked like a younger version of Adelaide, but her hair was a shocking, brilliant red—the color of the Vance family’s original fire. "Our aunt," Selene breathed, falling to her knees. "The one who refused the first Audit. They didn't kill her. They archived her." "She’s the Custodian," a voice echoed through the chamber. I spun around. The Shadow Heir wasn't there in the flesh, but his holographic presence was projected onto the frost-covered walls, his violet eyes larger and more terrifying than ever. "You are early, Mother," the Heir said, his voice sounding like the wind through the pines. "The Sovereign is currently being processed at the base of this mountain. He is... remarkably st

Celeste's hands stilled in her lap. "We were being erased," he said. "Pushed back, picked apart, driven into the mountains until only a handful remained. Hiding. Surviving when survival was the only thing left to do." His voice carried a flatness that made her chest tighten. "I was their leader. I had a wife. I had a child newly born. Everything that a man can have and call himself fortunate." The fire crackled down the hall.

Two years later, I was invited to speak at the International Healers Association. I returned to the continent with my children. I was now the White Wolf Healer, famous across the Forgotten Lands. Accompanying me was my new mate, Alpha Jaxon. He was the leader of a Northern pack I had saved during a campaign. He was powerful, gentle, and fiercely loyal. We fell in love amidst the gunfire, and he treated my twins as his own blood. At the airport exit, I unexpectedly saw Kaelen. He was holding the hand of a little boy named Anas, standing in the crowd.

“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

Cullen’s mother whispered. Hilarious. Because I already did. And then the thing spoke. The voice was… nothing. Not male. Not female. Not young. Not old. Just empty. “The Caller,” the Shadow Heir said. “You should not exist.” Wow. Hello to you too. Cullen growled. “Step back. Don’t come closer.” The Shadow Heir tilted its head like it was staring right at him—even with no eyes. “You fight for her,” the Heir said. “You will die for her.”