Heir To Fire Novels & Stories

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."

"This is not what you're here for so why don't you just get on with it instead of trying to get answers that are unnecessary," "You should watch the way you speak. One snap of my fingers and you could lose something from your body," "Like a give a fuck about that? Geez, I wish you weren't sent to handle this. You're bad when it comes to things like this and yet you want to take over from father as Alpha? You're definitely not qualified for it," "Say all that you want, brother. Your act of treason has put you out of the race for Alpha and I've been given the direct qualification. You'll be lucky to still be alive after I'm done here today,"

Her only fear was making Ray know that her only heir was going to be a mutant and might not live. How would she even start to explain that Alexa and him are half siblings?

Her face tightened, but her fury only deepened. Chairman Fisher’s laugh was low, bitter, and carried no warmth. He leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming against the wood, his gaze cutting into her like a blade. “The Hale power,” he said slowly, “is a thing that will vanish in a matter of time. A man whose children fear him that much won’t want them anywhere near control of his wealth when he dies. Mark my words, darling. They’ll find a way to burn it all, to tear down everything that reminds them of him, even if it means destroying their own inheritance.”

But when he turned toward the door, his secretary rushed in. "Mr. Velmore—" she said breathlessly. "There's more." Lucian stiffened. "What is it now?" "A tabloid is releasing an exclusive tomorrow. Mirana gave them an interview." His stomach dropped. "They're calling it 'The Heir Before the Heiress.' She's naming you publicly. Photos. Details. The whole thing." Lucian's blood ran cold. And for the first time in a long while, Lucian Velmore—the untouchable billionaire—felt helpless.

Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.

His hands slide to my back, pulling me closer, and I wrap my arms around his neck, desperate to feel him, to forget the pain. The heat between us builds quickly, like a fire spreading through my veins. His hands wander over my body, his touch urgent and desperate, and I feel a shiver run through me. I want to pull away, to stop this before it goes too far, but I don’t. I can’t.

His weapon. His heir. And there was no going back.

I looked at our family, broken, rebuilt, forged in blood and obsession, and smiled. The hidden heir had become the mother of legends. The Reaper had found his equal. And together, with our children, we would face whatever came next. The underworld would never be the same.

She was really starting to get worried about him. She was seated here alone but she knew that she really wasn't alone. The Heir had instructed about two warriors to always keep their eyes on her. They weren't doing well at being discreet, she could see them watching her with their peripheral vision as they seated next to the fire some distance away.