Novel & Cerita Heir Of Fire Original Cover

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

“Then we’ll give her unity instead.” By dusk, reporters awaited us at the marina, but I offered no statement. We delivered the capsule to our servers under triple encryption. Margaret met us on arrival, fingers white around her glass of water. Her eyes scanned my face once and read the truth support couldn’t say aloud. “She made you look, didn’t she?” “Yes,” I said quietly, placing the photograph on the table. “Mother, I knew her.” Margaret’s composure faltered for the first time in years. “That picture was taken during cross‑foundation training week. They paired heirs by age bracket, Victor’s idea. When kidnappers struck, the board buried every link to minimize ransom risk. I thought forget

he said, holding it out, “read this.” Aurelian took it and turned it over. The title was stitched in gold thread across the cover. Oops… I’m the Alpha Dad’s Heir! He blinked at it, completely lost for words. The man’s smile widened slightly, like he found the confusion amusing. “All your answers would be somewhere in there.” He glanced past Aurelian toward where Angora lay groaning on the floor, still trying to drag herself upright. “But first. Finish what tonight demands.” Aurelian followed his gaze.

“You think I don’t know what he’s doing? I helped him draw the blueprints.” Julian blinked. She smiled. “You’re not the only heir playing a long game, Mr. Vince.” And that was when he realized: she wasn’t Crane’s weakness. She was his legacy. — Back in New York – Same Night Clarissa slammed the door open into the safehouse. “Aiden,” she called out. He looked up from his laptop, eyebrows furled. “What happened?” She held up a burner phone. “Emergency message. One of our contacts from Legal just went dark. But before that—he sent a code. It matches a set of offshore files buried under your dad’s name.”

As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own. Pages flipped with invisible wind, landing on a single, ancient passage: “The phoenix is not born of ashes. She is born of betrayal. And when her flame chooses, it burns not for blood… but for truth.” A second page glowed beneath it: Names. Bloodlines. Truths. And then…A final entry: C-Alpha 00: Status — Confirmed Heir by Fire Next of Line: Undecided A final instruction blinked beneath: ‘Choose your successor.’ Her hand hovered over the glyph. Then—A scream echoed through the vault.

She read aloud: “If the girl survives the fire, she will inherit the ash. If the boy follows, blood will open the gates. And if the queen chooses both, the world burns clean.” Mateo stared at the line. “We’re not just heirs.” “No,” Amara said. “We’re weapons.” Scene Five – Echoes of the First Heir A panel clicked open in the wall. Inside, a skeleton — still dressed in the robes of a cardinal. A ring on his finger bore the Vesper mark. Cassian pried a second journal from the corpse’s grip. Inside: the original Vesper heir’s thoughts.

“Daniel, cover the rear. Eldric, lead the way. Anyone who pops out of the bushes, shoot them in the head. Don’t ask questions first.” They started walking again, this time at a half-run. Revira kept looking back. She felt those silver eyes were still there, hiding behind the shadows, following her every step. “Rakar,” Revira called softly as she hurried, her breath ragged. “What?” “Why was he staring at me?” “He was looking at Ardan,” Rakar corrected. “Ardan is the target. He is the Heir of the Moon Blood.” “No,” Revira insisted confidently. “He was looking at me. His eyes… it was as if he knew me. It was a personal look.”