Heir Of Fire Original Cover Novels & Stories

She burned them away, but more came, endless. The Heir stepped calmly onto the void, as if walking on solid ground. His eyes glowed brighter, and the shadows obeyed him, surging higher, stronger, hungrier. Adrien coughed violently, spitting blood. “Sera… stop… you’ll burn yourself out.” “I don’t care!” she shouted, golden fire spilling wildly from her skin. “I’m not letting him take you.” But the Heir raised a hand, and Adrien’s body jerked violently in her arms. His silver flame flared against his will, sputtering erratically. Adrien screamed, clutching his chest.

Tonight was nothing special, nor were there any new information or stuff we didn’t know, and judging by the look on Arrow's face, none of us were too happy about it. “No offense Celeste,” Arrow started, dragging his feet to the nearest chair -which was a tattered and almost fully fallen apart chair- and slumping down with too much trust in that old chair, dust clouding off of it. “But I think you found the only one cool thing in this hel-” A tearing sound of fabric paused his voice and together we looked towards Chelsa, who had a brightening grin. In her hands was the red book cover, torn in two, and the original book cover was finally able to breathe after years of being hidden; in the midd

Gracie was the treasured heiress of the Fosters, and Lionel was the precious darling everyone in the family protected. They probably would never recognize that the leading cardiologist sitting before them in glasses was the real heir they had once shut out. "I know you're the top cardiologist in the city. Getting an appointment with you isn't easy. But don't worry. Money isn't a problem. As long as you can save my brother, you can name your price." Gracie held a black card between two fingers and placed it on my desk. I lowered my eyes to it, then looked back at her.

She spent five years loving a man who never loved her back. He brought his first love into their home, claimed he was only helping her, and slowly turned cold. One night the house burned. The first love had her tied down and whispered that her husband would save her first. He did. She died in the flames. She wakes on the morning of their fifth anniversary, the same day he once left her for the other woman’s birthday. This time she remembers everything.

THE HEIR'S MASK Chapter 1 Expensive perfume mingled with the faint metallic scent of power. Steve Vanderbilt stood at the center of it all. Wealth felt like a prison, he often thought. At twenty-seven, he was everything New York’s elite wanted to be. His tailored black Tom Ford suit gave him commanding presence without effort. A practiced smile played on his lips as he nodded at senators and tech moguls, one arm loosely wrapped around Lila Monroe’s slim waist.

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.

Astra was standing next to her mother smiling sweetly. She knew that she was anything but that. The girl was the devil's spawn. Her golden hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her hair even glitters like it must have been brushed with gold dust. She was wearing a blue that looked like the colour of midnight embroidered with gold. And her neckline was low enough to show the bust of her cleavage. Maven was the only one she saw and truly cares about. He was standing next to his father. Beaming proudly as he received hugs and air kisses. The celebrated soldier finally back from service.

Hearing this, he opened his eyes slightly and said, “It should be some kind of seal enchantment.” Then, the man in the middle with the flame pattern at the corner of his eye said, “Very well then. Let’s go and meet this Young Patriarch Clarke. Windsor Well, if the Five Elements obtain the secret treasure, all credit will go to you. If you need anything in the future, just come to me.” As he said that, the man took out a token shaped like a flame from his pocket and tossed it to Windsor. He said, “This is a Fire Token of the Fire Element. With this, members of the Fire Element will do one thing for you.”

I say, seeing which papers that idiot was looking at. "I'm not a peeper". Speaks sitting in the chair facing my desk. "I just don't understand why you feel so much hatred for him". "Don't you understand?" I ask louder, not believing what I had just heard. "You are the daughter and heiress of businessmen, fairy tales don't exist for any of us". She answers seriously. "You should be happy because he's young, he's hot, and you have an overwhelming chemistry. I'm still recovering from what I saw". She says, shaking herself with a smile.

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?”