Heir Of Fire Original Cover Novels & Stories

Hello everyone! I hope you're all doing well. I'm excited to announce that book two of, 'Revenge of the Heir' is on its way! Arthur's story is far from over, and things are about to get even more intense. I'll start uploading soon. Hope you guys are as excited as I am!

“Yes, sir. The results are authentic. I made sure your identity was kept confidential to avoid any potential leaks.” Adam knew exactly why Julian had taken such precautions. If word got out that the heir to the Dean family had secret children, the media would tear them apart, and enemies would use it as leverage against him. Adam’s fingers tightened around the paper. His mind reeled. Evelyn Sinclair… was she really the woman from that night? And if so, why had she hidden this from him? There was only one way to find out. Without another word, Adam stood up and stormed out of his office.

She paused, glanced once at the camera then moved. “She had clearance?” I asked. “Yes,” Dr. Rowan said. “It has been revoked after this.” The nurse approached the storage unit marked Sebastian Hale Biogenetic Archive. She hesitated, then she unlocked it. She removed the tray carefully, like she had practiced this moment. One vial. Then another. She inspected the labels, turning them towards the light. There was no mistake. Those were mine. “She knew exactly what she was taking,” Dr. Rowan said quietly.

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?"

"It was on the porch." He crossed the room, his hand on her back. "Open it." She untied the string, unfolded the paper, and lifted the lid. Inside was a photograph. Isabella's blood ran cold. The image showed her mother not Eleanor, not Catherine, but a woman she had never seen before. Young, beautiful, with dark hair and green eyes. She was standing in front of a house Isabella didn't recognize, a baby in her arms. "Isabella." Damien's voice was soft. "Who is that?"

I said. Remi looked up from the screen."You want him in the room." "I want him at a table near the back," I said. "Close enough to see everything and far enough that nobody will think he matters. Remi looked at me for a long moment, and he said, "Seraphina, are you sure about this? I walked back to the table, picked up the gala invitation, held it and looked at my own name printed across the front of it. Seraphina Vaughn, not Cole, not his wife, not the woman who ironed his shirts and endured his mother's voice and carried a loss alone in a white hospital room at 3 am.

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.

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

Outside, far beyond the ridge, wolves began to howl. Not rogues. Black Hollow. The pack. Answering something I had not meant to call. The journal’s final words appeared in silver fire. ARC ONE: THE HEIR HAS COME HOME. And beneath the mountain, the Hollow King opened his eyes.

And somewhere beneath the soil, a new seed began to stir, waiting for the rain, waiting for the light, waiting to become something more. The heir had planted her tree. And now the next heir would do the same. THE END