Novel & Cerita Heir Of Fire Free Online

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• Author's Notes: Hi, dear readers! ❤ Thank you for sticking with us and for reading this draft of my crime/mafia/romance story. "THE ALPHA'S DHAMPIRICA" is the title of the sequel, now published on this same profile. It was written as a vampire/mafia/romance novel again, like the original version of this book. If my schedule permits, I would rewrite a non-paranormal version of this first installment soon. I really hope you'll love the second book as well!

"And then the Firebreathers arrived. They called themselves red witches.Their only ability, wielding fire." "Freya, from the red witch clan that worshipped Hestia, the goddess of fire, fell in love with and married a wolf. A werewolf with potential for being Alpha. They had their first child, a red witch, Harriet. Freya conceived again eight years later and even before Adrian was born, she knew he was going to be what everyone would grow to fear. A mutant. A hybrid. The first of his kind. She knew her child would not have a chance against the cruel world and when her mate died in one of the battles between factions, she went into hiding from her clan until she delivered. Only Freya and her d

“So what does that mean for me?” “It means you’re bonded,” Kai said. “To me.” Rowan froze. He nodded, reading the disbelief in her face. “It wasn’t intentional. I didn’t choose this. But I’m the heir to the fire dragons. And you’re the only one who can awaken that part of me—or destroy it.” She stood abruptly, the crystal still pulsing beside her. “You’re telling me… that I somehow have fire magic passed down from dragons—and that we’re… bonded?”

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

The man smiled faintly. “Such dramatic titles.” Then his eyes burned into mine again. “But it is true.” He took one final step closer. “I was the ruler of this world… long before wolves, dragons, or humans ever existed.” My breath caught. “And tonight…” His violet eyes glowed brighter. “The Blood Heir will either join me…” His voice deepened. “…or the world will burn.” ************************************

This was my escape, nevertheless, the confusion widened between me and the life behind my parents. I now comprehend why Higher King Oswald saw me as someone he knew. I looked like my mother and possibly he could see her to me. Unlike Fira, her face was the combination of our parents. It was hard to distinguish which one. What happened in history? In the Higher King’s Loe Interest. It was written there that his pure love was Queen of Fire, which was King Fire’s mother. It did not mention an omega who captivated his heart. If that was the case, Higher KIng also fell in love with the low born and the history was covering it all this time.

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

His body convulsed, chains rattling, his smirk finally shattering. Then his voice rose, strangled but clear: “They want the Source of Fire. The beginning. The first flame. It hides in the blood of the heirs. In you. In them!” His head jerked toward Arden and Lyra. The crowd gasped as one, the sound like a physical blow. All eyes swung to the heirs, shock and fear colliding in a tidal wave of whispers. Lyra’s blood ran cold. Arden’s heart hammered in his chest. The truth hung in the air, undeniable, unerasable.

“And what? We die in our holes, waiting for a freedom that will never come?” Whispers rose, a mixture of fear, hope, and disbelief. Senna raised her voice. “I have dreamed of her. Not once. Many times. A girl with a golden phoenix burning in her chest, surrounded by two stars and a knight in silver. The old texts said the true heir would come not alone, but with her flame reborn as family.” Torren added quietly, “There were two children with her. And a tall man, cloaked in noble fire.” Hope flickered. Then bloomed.