Rowan Heir Of Fire Novels & Stories

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

Lucian had always claimed he was only caring for his brother’s widow. Whenever Liora called, he would abandon me without hesitation, even when I was six months pregnant. Afterward, he would blame me for being petty when I cried. So Liora had been carrying his child even then. No wonder he chose her and abandoned me. “Rowan is a gifted child,” Lucian said proudly, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “He inherited my brother’s strength and courage.” “When Elara hatches the fire dragon, I will name Rowan heir to Drakefire Keep.”

"That's not the same thing." "No." His eyes remained fixed on the horizon. "It isn't." I sighed. "I don't know what to think anymore because I spent twenty-one years believing I was unwanted because I was weak." I laughed bitterly. "And now I'm being told I was hunted because I was born." Kael looked at me. "You are still Rowan." I frowned. "What?" "Whether you're an Omega...or a prince." "...or even the last heir of a forgotten kingdom."

“The markings… they aren’t just Blackridge. They’re old Blackridge. Ancient. No one outside that lineage could carve it with such precision. Not even Rowan’s allies.” The Warrior’s presence flared, a pulse of energy that reverberated through my mind. “Correct. The blood is familiar, even to me. And the title… the Heir… is unspoken. Until now.” I exhaled slowly, trying to steady the racing of my heart. The realization hit me in waves: Rowan had a brother, a sibling I had never known about, whose blood now coursed in a new generation—the Heir. And somehow, in ways I couldn’t yet grasp, I was connected to them. Connected by blood, by power, and by the pack.

“Personal ones.” Alec listens, his eyes steady, his body drawn tight beneath a terrifying stillness. “Who?” “Rebel aligned,” Rowan says. “The kind that doesn’t belong in a room with an Alpha’s inner circle.” Alec nods once. The air in the room seems to grow colder. “She used Ivy’s name,” Rowan adds. The words land like a sentence. Alec thanks him, the weight of the moment passing between them without ceremony. Rowan leaves, knowing Alec will move faster than questions ever could.

“Then we have hours to make them regret marching this far.” She studied him. “I’ll need those shadows in the field, not just on the walls. Can you control them?” Eolan hesitated. The truth—that his control was far from perfect—would invite doubt. “I can,” he said. A runner stumbled up the steps, pale and breathless. “They’re burning the border villages!” The northern heir’s eyes hardened. “If we wait, we’ll lose more than gates. We ride out before the flames reach the forests.”

“I need you because you are mine.You belong to me, Alya Roth, by blood and by death.” Lucien cursed under his breath. “He’s lying. You are no one’s property.” “Do not be foolish, Warden,” Cael spat, his voice growing cold. “She is the key to everything—the Bloodbound Heir, the one who can break the curse and restore what was lost. You think I wanted her to die? To be reborn again and again, only to forget her own soul?” Alya felt her knees buckle. Was that the truth? Was she really the key? The heir of a cursed bloodline, bound to a man who had ruled and fallen, waiting for her to awaken from some forgotten dream?

"Your skills must be deteriorating, Julian. That scrawny brat didn’t even black out." Julian clenched his jaw, glancing at the rearview mirror. "You might not recognize him, Mr. Adam, but that ‘scrawny brat’ was Andre Sterling. Heir to the wealthiest business dynasty in New Santerra. If anything happens to him, I’ll be splashed across every news outlet tomorrow." Adam Dean, the enigmatic and formidable CEO of the Dean Group, scoffed, his piercing blue eyes scanning the road ahead. "And? You think I can’t shield you? Is the Dean Group so fragile in your eyes?"

CHAPTER THREE HUNTER’S POV Nightfall approached quicker than I had anticipated and from where I sat peeling a tangerine while watching crackles of the open fire I’d built outside the house; I couldn’t help but think about her rather beguiling yet strange and dangerous predicament. It was almost suicidal. My eyes involuntarily settled on her face across the fire. The flames caressed her face and once again, I found myself clawed with a certain hunger. Fuck! She was not mine and I knew better than to cross that damn alpha. She had her knees drawn up against her, hugging them while staring into the flames, a distant look in the green of her eyes. Maddison Brown was known among all the wolf pack

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.