Heir Of Fire Free Online Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

derora growled as she produced, he blade, she was not taking any chances with this new foe, "Destroy herega" it said, And the flames blew all around derora as she saw a figure, no an animal, a bird, black and burning in the red flames, eyes as dark as a moonless night, the power brought derora to her knees. It radiated anger, blood lust, revenge, and most of all freedom. Derora could feel its presence drawing nearer as it pushed the aura of herega away and in the process killing her, the power of herega was what made derora a demigod and without it she would be nothing.

And somewhere beneath the soil, a new seed began to stir, waiting for the rain, waiting for the light, waiting to become something more. The heir had planted her tree. And now the next heir would do the same. THE END

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."

A soft sweet wind began to blow, carrying with it a strange, melodic whisper, as if the very world was speaking in a language I couldn’t understand. And then, finally, the figure spoke again. “standing before you is the Keeper of the Flame freya, and you are the heir o the flame.” Amazing and confused. The words hit me like a punch. Heir? “how? I don't understand . what do you mean?” I asked. my voice growing weak. “What is this flame? What are you talking about?”

"I told you Elara was the Head Healer for a reason! She was always better than that Liana, but you wouldn't listen!" "Now look! If your mother dies, you are the murderer!" My father's roar mixed with the shrill crying of Liana's son. The scene was chaotic. My hands shook as I pulled out my phone, trying to call Elara for help. Only she could contact the Master now. But the receiver only gave me that endless, cold busy tone.

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 words disappear and can only be seen by a mate who is selfless, one who is kind and pure of heart, who will love the king's son and expect nothing in return For centuries the king's son, now a king himself, waits, many times he thinks he has found the keeper of his heart, and many times his heart is broken. Then a babe is born in the woods. Innocent and pure of heart, she is raised by a cruel mother, abandoned by a loved one, disowned by a family, and rejected by a fated, left to wander the world alone. Her voice holds the key to an ancient curse, her love will set a dragon free, and she will choose between fate or love, then her true form can be released, and the key will find peace.