Heir Of Fire Romane & Geschichten

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.

My hands, hanging at my sides, clenched into tight fists, my nails digging into my palms so hard they nearly drew blood. I wiped the sourness from my mouth and instinctively hid the bag of supplements behind my back. "It's none of your business." "How is it not our business?" Liana stepped closer with a sly smile, deliberately caressing the heavy golden locket—a symbol of the pack mother—hanging around her neck. "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 perfect, silent, eternal cold. The Crimson Heir. Heir to nothing.

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.

"You carry what the flame fears. Not because it is evil—but because it is new. Fire does not like change. It consumes what it cannot define." Xavier's gaze sharpened. "What does that mean?" "It means your child will be given a choice. And the world will live or die by what it chooses." Ceres asked, "Can we stop Arion?" The crystal groaned. "You can stop this Arion. But another will rise. Fire does not end. It only takes new form. The Codex will not save you. Only the heir can." Xavier's voice turned hoarse. "Then we protect the heir."

'Anna, you-‘ 'And listen, I don't need your help! so, just ignore me, I'm just your servant, never be more than that, especially your bitch!' Anna said in a cold tone. And her words were more than enough to make Liam completely silent and stunned by it. She immediately left with emotional steps, leaving Liam behind. And after Anna left, came from behind Liam, the sound of clapping and very loud laughter. ‘HAHAHA’ 'Wow, what an amazing scene! So dramatic! Liam Lawson, the young master and THE HEIR of the Lawson group, was just rejected by a servant, hahaha!'

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.