Heir Of Fire Novels & Stories

The flame was theirs, jointly held, jointly tended. The crown of fire did not rest on his head; it lived in his grasp, pulsed in his heart, and shone from his eyes. He was no longer the heir; he was the flame. And his dynasty would be brilliant, warm, and eternal. —

“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.

The moment my mother in-law uttered that word, I coughed so hard and almost choked on the food I was eating. The Heir reveal is like a ritual that every legitimate son of the Seattle's must partake in to be legible for a part in the will of Mr Seattle. This was like a dream come true for Kai since he was the only one without a child amongst his brothers and to add to his joy, he's the first to have a male child.

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

Evelyn inhaled deeply before saying, "He’s the CEO of Eden Entertainment. And the heir to the Dean Group." A beat of stunned silence. Then, Anita nearly choked on her wine. "What?!"

“Our tradition, our ancient roots, we bolster them like a mantle because it is what founded our great empire. Our everlasting legacy.” He takes a few steps towards me, but this time I hear them; loud and it pounds on the ground, like stepping unto the accelerator of my heart so it beats even faster. I silence my instincts plead to back away. “Our legacy,” he says pointedly with prominent emphasis. One that implies something. “You and your brothers are Apions. Our blood flows through your veins and all that we have is yours by right. Our home is your refuge.” Confusion pinches the corners of my face. I can see he sees my discomfort.

But at the same time, I become wary about the future. My father just said I was the heir to this family. But I do not know anything about the underground world. Also, I’ve almost died twice now. The necklace. I left it back in the other house. If I’m allowed to pack my clothes. I’ll keep that necklace and ask what is it really about. I don’t think it’s just a normal necklace that Hannah wore.

“What do you mean? Who am I?!” One figure turned, and though its face was blurred, its eyes fixed on him with piercing clarity. “You are the spark… and the pyre. The oath-breaker’s heir. The fire that burned the bond of the First Kind.” Images exploded in his mind: elves wreathed in flame, werewolves falling beneath rivers of fire, vampires screaming as the sun itself seemed to bleed. And at the center, a man whose face mirrored his own—eyes ablaze, arms outstretched as fire devoured everything.

I turned that one over too, and it did not get any clearer, and I had a feeling it was not going to until I was standing in front of the thing itself. “And may I tell you one thing more, that the upstairs would prefer I phrase carefully?” He didn’t wait for permission, which is how I knew it mattered. “The gods braided three bloods to make your daughter, and yours was the fire-thread. What sleeps in you was never an accident, child, and it was never going to sleep forever. Onyssa did not create this day. She only kicked the door.” He pressed my hands once between his. “Which means the fire is not an invader, Allissa. It is an inheritance. You will find that thought either terrifying or usefu

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?”