Novel & Cerita Heir Of Fire Summary By Chapter

" Her lips were read closely and just after her words, the ground cracked open as it was seen, she channeled the flames of hell, from hell and rained it down on anything, thus everything in the forest. The yells of Hades engulfed the atmosphere. Thus, the fire burnt everything it came in contact with. After this, no one, not a soul was seen. Sight travails across as it caught one last and final scene, just as Maria's visions showed, the unknown street where she had her Foot walking across. Sight zoomed into a sheet that as seen was already printed by an unknown and tagged as "Missing!" Embodying the people, John, Khloe, Maria and Butt. Lights Fade BORN BY POWER CHAOS AND APOCALYPSE CHAPTER 3

I really hope you'll love the second book as well! Moreover, some chapters in the sequel also contain non-English dialogues with translations. Below is a sneak peek! Enjoy! •••••••••••• BOOK II PREVIEW •••••••••••• I only meant to give him a quick goodbye kiss. For old times' sake. I didn't want to say goodbye to him yet, but I had to leave Italy now and go back to my busy med student life in New York.

Philip caught Layla as she fell and asked with concern, “Are you alright?” Layla coughed a few times, shook her head, and said, “I’m fine.” Philip let go of Layla and glanced at 17, who had been sent flying away. He raised his hand, his arm turning into a flaming chimera arm that pulled 17 out of the ruins. “Help me take care of her,” Philip said to Layla. Then, he got up. His eyes had turned red, and a red flaming aura burst from his body! This flaming aura suddenly raged and intensified. In an instant, a humanoid fire chimera appeared behind Philip!

Nothing. She hurried downstairs, skipping steps, praying to see someone—anyone. When she reached the living room, her stomach twisted. The house was empty. Cars gone. Chairs pushed back in a hurry. Breakfast plates already cleared. Everyone… had left her. Her chest tightened. “No… they didn’t. They wouldn’t.” This was the first major presentation in the Brooks family since the announcement about choosing the next heiress. Her parents had repeated the instructions for weeks: Come early, look bold, show the board your strength.

**Chapter Fifty-Three** Fire did not feel the same anymore. It wasn’t just heat. It wasn’t just power. It was memory. Rose didn’t fall through it this time. She *moved* through it. Like it recognized her. Like it was guiding her somewhere she had always been meant to return. The flames curled around her—not burning, not consuming—but *revealing*. And within them— She began to see. Not just fragments. Not just flashes. But something whole.

The Heir laughed again, a sound of pure psychological terror, as Dante’s eyes rolled back and his body went limp in my arms. (Watch out for Chapter 256) 💬 Add to library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Send Gifts Thank you readers.

"I want to show you something!" Sighing as if appeasing a child in a tantrum, he leisurely gets out of bed and dresses. Once dressed, I take his hand and pull him through the corridors, marching him to the front of the house. So he can view for himself the plume and ash spewing from Vesuvius's summit. Spiraling to the atmosphere, and this is only the beginning. In a few hours, we're fucked. "Believe me now?" I demand as I turn on Brixtius. His expression of patience, while I was dragging him through his villa, is now replaced with wonder and with a little hint of fear.

“But she’ll change tactics now, she always does when the ghosts start screaming.” “What ghosts?” “Margaret and Victor,” he said, eyes distant. “Everything we’re seeing…it started with them. I didn’t just inherit a company, I inherited a war I never declared.” He turned toward the window, watching morning break pale over the rooftops. “Evelyn’s decoding it now. Let’s hope she understands faster than we did.” Outside, the first sunrise after the Athens blast burned gold across concrete and glass, a quiet deception of peace. Behind it, storms were gathering again, written not in thunder but in contracts.

she says at last. Adrian blinks, caught between confusion and dawning realization. AUTHORS NOTE: The fire has only just begun, and every chapter from here will strike harder, deeper, merciless. I need your comments, your raw reasons, your reviews to push this story higher. The heat is rising, the storm’s about to break—crave it, beg for it, breathe it.

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.