Heir Of Fire Novels & Stories

'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!'

“The surge came from the Devil’s direction. Did you think I would not feel where our Heir was caged?” Heir. Caelum’s jaw tightened. He’d grown up on that word, half rallying cry, half lullaby. When the Heir rises, we rise. When he was younger, he’d believed it would be simple. The Heir would appear, they would kneel, they would burn the world. Then he met Apollo. And learned that the ashes of one war did not care much for the prophecies of the next. Prophecy did not account for leash marks and shadow collars and the way demons smiled while tightening them.

Because of what the connection whispered next. The Lost Heir has returned. The words echoed through every part of me. Lost Heir. Not Eighth Heir. Lost. Which meant... The Well Keeper had told me the Seven Heirs were one family. If there was a Lost Heir... Then someone hadn't been added to history. Someone had been erased from it. The hooded figure slowly lifted one hand. The sky above the throne darkened. The fracture across the heavens widened. And a voice, calm enough to chill the soul, carried across impossible distances.

“Answer me. Is this what you want too?” He avoided my eyes at first. His hand tightened around the arm of the sofa, and for a moment he actually looked uneasy. Then he said in a low voice, “Selene is carrying a pup. The pack needs an heir. Once the child is born, I can make arrangements. We can still be together afterward.” He wanted me to step aside, let another woman bear his supposed heir, and then wait until he decided to come back to me. Selene lowered her eyes and rested one hand on her stomach, looking every bit the wronged, delicate she-wolf.

"It’s time. The hearth is breaking." "The hearth isn't breaking, Alpha Everest," I whisper-snarl through my clenched teeth, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as the first wave of fire slowly recedes, leaving my skin slick with sweat and heat. I look up into his dark, terrified gaze, my permanent gold-and-violet eyes flashing with a cold, absolute sovereign clarity. "Our heir is just tired of the dark. Stand stand behind me, Clyde. I need your shadow to anchor the flame."

And a voice—neither loud nor gentle. “Heir” it said. “No,” I said again, louder. “I won’t.” The presence pressed harder. “You were made for this” it spoke. “I was made to live,” I snarled, anger cutting through the fear. “Not to be used.” The pressure spiked, testing and probing all parts of me Rael pulled me fully against him now, grounding, solid, real. His heartbeat thudded beneath my ear, anchoring me to flesh and breath and gravity.

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

But it wasn’t the bonfire that caught my eyes, but the wood poles that were placed around it with each of my loved ones strapped to a pole, unconscious. My heart sank in my chest, as it reminded me of how witches were burned at the stake, making me fear this was what the heir had in store for my family. Carla gasped at the sight in front of her eyes, as it was clear that she too was thinking the same as me. “I see you succeeded in bringing the girl to me.” I heard the heir’s voice say, before I seen him appear from the depths of the fire. “As you wished, my Prince.” Carla said stepping away from me, as I stared at her in disbelief that she would double cross us, but it was clear that she had

Nick asked as he held her by the waist. Celine put her arms around him and smiled up at him "It's a yes and will always be a yes Nick, I love you more than life it self and I will always want you and little Alice and more children to come"She said "I love you my crazy heiress"he said softly "And I too"Celine sighed as she gave him her heart and soul completely.

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."