Heir Of Fire Series Novels & Stories

Back when he told me that, I thought he was just making it up to pressure me into taking over the sanctum. I still remembered the way he used to tap my forehead, half-annoyed. "You're not even on the list. The master chose his heir long before you were born. It's a very special and gifted boy." Could that heir be Max? I didn't waste time. I grabbed my needles again, adjusted the placements, and began breaking the spell. Half an hour passed. It should've worked by now. But he still didn't wake up, and I couldn't hear a heartbeat either.

Both reflecting the Crownfire. Silence filled the chamber. Then someone started clapping. Seraphine. "Magnificent. Even more perfect than I imagined." "What is this?" Lyra asked. Her voice sounded different. "Your birthright. The Crownfire appears only for true heirs. Those meant to rule multiple realms." Seraphine circled the circle. "Your mother could never manifest one. Neither could your grandmother. But you, with your perfect bloodline merger, you're the first in eight generations to awaken it."

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.

Her head held up high nodding with silent approval. Yes, their plan would work. In a matter of time, Larissa would be in the castle and the much coveted stones that Silver Falcon wanted would be within their grasp. She would find it. Hydra was confident in her for some reasons, not only in the abilities that Summer had not yet known she possessed but in Silver Falcon's visions that had never failed him. "This will give you an advantage over the others. You must use it well." "The King and Queen will be curious about you, the Prince too. Let's hope he doesn't have any favourites yet, he'll certainly be of use to you some way or the other."

“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.”

Taken somewhere I can't see. The memory becomes distorted after that. There are voices. Several of them. I can't understand what they're saying. I know Lyall is somewhere near me, but I can't see him. My head is still covered, and I can't even tell if he's hurt. I try to call for him. Nothing comes out right. Then— Pain. My entire body suddenly feels like it is on fire. Not hot. Not warm. Burning. It feels like every inch of me has been set aflame from the inside.

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

“So what does that mean for me?” “It means you’re bonded,” Kai said. “To me.” Rowan froze. He nodded, reading the disbelief in her face. “It wasn’t intentional. I didn’t choose this. But I’m the heir to the fire dragons. And you’re the only one who can awaken that part of me—or destroy it.” She stood abruptly, the crystal still pulsing beside her. “You’re telling me… that I somehow have fire magic passed down from dragons—and that we’re… bonded?”

No matter the hurdles, we would find a way back to each other’s arms. —----------- Check out book 2 of the same series. Search manually. - Running away from my wedding with alpha’s heir -

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.