Rowan Heir Of Fire Novels & Stories

He nodded again, his eyes glinting with a mixture of fear and admiration, before disappearing into the shadows. Alone now, Rowan stood in front of the fire, his mind swirling with the weight of his decisions. The prophecy had unsettled him, yes, but it had also fueled something darker inside him. A fire that burned with the desire to protect what was his. To crush any threat before it could take root. He had spent years building his empire, his pack, his reign. And no girl—no prophecy—would change that. His reign would not end. Not now. Not ever.

"I don't care if you're a prophet or a spy, Iris. You're mine. And I'll burn this whole forest down before I let anything happen to you." He slammed the door, leaving me alone with Rowan. The golden Alpha didn't say anything at first. He just picked up the fallen chair and sat in it, watching me pace. The tension was different now, less aggressive, but more suffocating. He wasn't a wall of muscle like Kieran; he was a web of observations. "You really believe it, don't you?" Rowan said quietly after a while. "The fire. The deaths. You saw it." "I did," I said, stopping by the balcony.

Derora turned to darathos as she unsheathed her blade, "Your name shall no longer be darathos, I name thee firedran, flames of sorrow" derora said as he roared, "Where to derora?" He asked, She smiled as the veratus walked under the ray of sunlight, it did not affect them, derora motioned for them to move forward, "It is time we took Aratia by fire" she replied as he soared into the air, his wings leaving a blazing trail of fire, Herega was in for a nasty surprise....

“This wasn’t an accident.” A low hum filled the corridor, like electricity charging the air itself. Then a voice filtered through the emergency speaker. Female. Cold. Robotic. “Protocol Delta initiated. Subject Shaw is active. Containment unit inbound.” Aiden backed against the wall. “Subject Shaw?” “What the hell is going on?” Oliver barked. From the stairwell, a red dot appeared. Then another. And another. Laser scopes. They were being hunted. Oliver pulled Aiden by the arm and hurried him down the hallway. Immediately a loud noise of gunfire broke the silence. The sound of glass breaking filled the air, and the wall behind them suddenly burst apart.

All born from love, but twisted by fear. "What do you want from me?" she asked. Alexander studied her for a long moment. "I want you to take care of my grandson. I want you to love him, even when he makes it difficult. I want you to be the person he comes home to, the person he trusts, the person who sees him not the CEO, not the Thorn heir, but him." "And in return?"

Under the King's shocked gaze, I used my body as a shield, taking slash after slash from the rogues' claws. The confusion in the King's eyes slowly turned into disbelief and deep gratitude. I knew I bet right. My mate, Rowan, was the Gamma and the Head of the Guards. He was supposed to be by the King's side. But today, he wasn't here. Because he was off coaxing his runaway first love, Yara! Last life, I feared he would be punished, so I fired the flare. But after he got his royal rewards, he blamed me for Yara's death, calling me a power-hungry bitch.

To my surprise, he tossed it into the big green fire, watching it melt and disappear. I gasped silently. Whoever they had to be summoning was super powerful. At the height of the flames erupting into a tornado of fire, a veiled woman walked out, tall, with a disturbing air to her, glowy eyes, and a shrill voice. A healer. Not just an ordinary healer but a century healer. “I summoned her for you,” Alpha Gabriel voiced out. “She'll tend to you tonight. I have noticed you haven't shifted since our training,” he commanded.

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

Aletta asked. Doctor Catrina was just silent; it seemed that she didn't really care about Aletta's question, which for her was an unimportant figure, because the list also did not mention Aletta's status. For Catrina, the important people for the patient were Mrs. Sandra, who was his wife, and Aditya, who was his only son. As far as Catrina knew, that was it. "Why are you silent? Should I contact the young master for something as trivial as this?" asked Aletta, sounding a little furious.

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.