Heir Of Fire Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"Kaelen doesn't want me to feel wronged, so he's decided to hold a Grand Naming Ceremony for our son tomorrow. It's a historic event, I know, and as the former mate, you should come and give the heir your blessing, right?" A Mating Ceremony? My head snapped up to look at Kaelen. In our pack, standing at the altar to name the heir was a sacred rite reserved only for the Alpha and his true Luna. By doing this with her, he wasn't just acknowledging the child; he was publicly declaring to the Moon Goddess that she was his partner in life and legacy. Then what was our bond? My stare seemed to make him uneasy. He squared his shoulders defensively.

She breathed slow and kept her face still. "I also have an heir," he continued, his voice carrying the same even quality throughout. "Celeste produced something I had not thought possible. A natural conception." He tilted his head slightly. "You have produced something similar. A hybrid of considerable power." His pale eyes moved over her with clinical attention. "It raises certain questions about your own genetics. Whether you might prove equally productive under the right conditions." The fire popped. Maya didn't move. "It's worth consideration," he said. "For later." Something dropped in her stomach and stayed there.

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

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.

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

“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 long binders stayed untouched on the other side of the desk, quietly and patiently waiting for the big boss to pick them up. Long, tense minutes of total silence left me clenching my teeth together. Keeping my breathing steady while forcing my restless leg to stay still required effort and patience. If only I could, by now I'd be storming out of this building without a single word. Fuck this. I had no plans to be an errand boy for my father for another year, much less be some psychotic Italian heir's bitch, just so I could prove to the entire Falco clan that I wasn't as useless as they all thought.

“What the hell are you talking about? I wasn’t shot in my manhood,” he shouted. The man was Brian William, first heir to his family fortune. Although he had been in elite education since a child and had always been taught to conceal his real emotions, Brian couldn’t help cursing as he spoke with this young physician. He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Brian couldn’t hurt this doctor. After all, he was the last doctor specializing in men’s health that Brian hadn’t visited.

I stand there, panting, trying to clear my thoughts of the tiredness. I need to find a way to change this "last mission" of the heir. I don't know why he ran away, but I'm sure he'll be back. I can't run away forever, especially when he has a physical advantage. Any kid my age would easily accept a hug, but I'd rather die in battle. That's why they made it his final mission. Wait, the heir is under the tutelage of a new teacher since we arrived in Castile, since according to reports his last teacher is at home due to injury in battle. The only teacher in Castile who knows me so well is. . .