Heir Of Fire Original Cover Novels & Stories

She was perfect. I told her a tidbit about myself, hiding my background of course. If I’m doing this, I’m doing it without my father’s influence. I don't want anyone to find out that I’m the heiress of Valen Group and the only daughter of Sebastian Valen. My Dad will probably have a fit if he learned that I’m here for modeling casting. I had to lie to him earlier that I was meeting up with a friend.

“He used to talk about you like you were magic. Said he was waiting to find you. That he'd seen your face in dreams. He worked with Selena. They planned to get you out together. He said… You were everything.” My throat closed.= I flipped the book open. Page after page, filled with my face—sketches, charcoal outlines, water-stained smears. My hair, my mouth, my eyes. One word kept repeating under every drawing in a childlike scrawl: The Heir. Heir of what? I turned more pages, the English shaky and broken. Ancient symbols and names I didn’t recognize. A bloodline. A clan. Kitusiko. Another page. A rough sketch of a birthmark.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

How he brought down an empire with a single roar and burned a third of the vampire dominion in the space of a night. They think they killed that line. Buried it with fire and silence. But they didn’t know… The last heir was hidden in blood. And born into a storm. I close the cabinet, locking it with an incantation. Then I reach for my journal. Not the one I keep for public study, but the bound volume passed through my line for generations.

They looked like flickering candles in a dark hallway. "The russet one is particularly stubborn," the Heir whispered inside her mind. "He carries the heaviest fire. He will be the first to be liberated." Rhea tried to scream, to reach out from the tiny, dark corner of her soul where she was still hiding, but the Heir’s grip was absolute. She was a passenger in her own body, watching through a violet veil as her arm rose with a terrifying grace. "Blaze! Get back!" Ash yelled, sensing the shift in the air.

It will only make me so small and I can’t live with that. Pain about us is enough to make me suffer. I don’t need his disgusts once he knew who I am. No, I don’t. “ You’re right,” I contain my pain and gulp my sobs. “ The survivor of the fire wasn’t an heir, it wasn’t the son of Alpha Erebus. It was his only daughter, the heiress…it was me.” I sigh, my heart aches from digging up a wound that I tried to bury for a long time.

He smiled gently, his eyes genuine and sincere. He took her to a few luxury brand stores, and eventually decided on a sand color off shoulder dress with tank top straps. The straps and should design outlined her shoulder beautifully. Staring at herself in the mirror, Melainy didn’t know where to put her hands. Someone put her hair down, now her black hair covered her shoulder, making her look more mysterious yet even more attractive. It was Vincent. He gazed into the elegant but shy young girl in the mirror and murmured, “Let’s get you a pair of high heels.” Before she even noticed, Vincent already paid the bill and picked up the shopping bag.

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

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."

I dipped my bare hands into the softened soil not minding the dirt that stored itself underneath my nails. My fingers struck metal. I dipped my hands deeper then pulled it a rusted in that was engraved with the crest of Ardonia. My hands shook as I opened it. It contained a soft portrait of Queen Rhiannon during her youthful days. She had the same eyes with Alaric's. There was a sealed letter wrapped underneath. To Alaric. The letter has the royal sigil on it, and I could recognize the handwriting from the ancient books I had once seen in the place library. It was Queen Rhiannon’s handwriting.