Rowan Heir Of Fire Novels & Stories

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.

Then affectionately, like he hadn't just betrayed me, he leaned down to kiss my lips. “I love you, my queen, but I'm tired of your benevolent rule, tired of drinking that disgusting artificial blood. I want a killing spree, I want suck my fangs into human's warm blood vessels! Slave them!” Rowan said, his face suddenly tainted with anger, one that also left as quickly as it came. “I'm surprised you think you would succeed,” I said, trying to laugh but it only made the blood flow faster. I was getting drained of blood really quickly. “You won't succeed,” I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!”

The expression on Conlay's face changed subtly. “Philip, what the hell is going on here?” Philip had no way to explain this clearly. He looked at the old man and Conlay, saying calmly, “If you trust me, don't ask anything now. When I can tell you, I will.” Then, he took Raven to Blossoms Valley. The old man wanted to make a move on Philip, but Conlay stopped him. “Conlay, you have to understand that you’re the sole heir of the fire phoenix royal family and hold the fate of the entire fire phoenix royal family in your hands!”

Nick asked "Just some keep sake of ours, I thought she would have thrown it away when the accident occurred a year ago but it turns out that she didn't, though she shows every one her cruel and heartless side, I know that some where in her, the Celine i know is still there"Stacey said. Nick find it hard to picture Celine as a kind and fun loving person, he would rather stick to knowing her as the cruel, heartless heiress than as the kind, fun loving heiress.

“I see your brain gears spinning fast, Rowan. What does your she-wolf know about Kieran's background? I am completely sure your inquisitive journalist mind has looked his data up on the pack network.” My fingers researched his hockey data the exact day after the dominion awards night. His name hadn't been on my career radar at all and then his mouth had been incredibly nasty to my face that night, so of course my career needed to know more about his bloodline. “His age is a single year older than your frame. He represents Darius Thornridge’s son, who comes right before your father Magnus in the birth order of the elders. He possesses two half-brothers—”

But then again, he didn't have expert knowledge on the recent happenings, so he was forced to agree. “They’re calling it Luna’s Wrath,” he continued. “They’re wrong.” A chill slid down my spine. “Then what is it?” Rael stepped closer, voice dropping. “Inheritance.” The word struck harder than any accusation. I laughed once. It was sharp, brittle. “I don’t come from anyone important” He keeps forgetting I'm an orphan. “You don’t know where you come from,” he corrected. The room trembled. Not physically, but inside me. The light flared in response, climbing my arms in thin silver veins.

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of a world that had moved on without him. "He'll never stop hunting us," Vivian said one evening, sitting by the fire in the new house. Her sister, Elena—the other Elena—lived with her now, healing from years of captivity. "Men like him don't know how." "Then we'll be ready," Riley said. "We'll always be ready. That's what an heir does—protects what was given." --- The second anniversary of Tata Pedro's death fell on a rainy Tuesday. Riley woke before dawn, kissed Kyle's sleeping shoulder, and walked to the orchard alone. The rain was soft, warm, the kind of rain that made things grow.

I lunged, my fingers catching the edge of Rowan’s torn hoodie. The shadow arm pulled back, dragging Rowan toward the gaping hole in reality. He was too weak to fight. He looked at me, his hand reaching out, his amethyst fire flickering one last time like a dying candle. "Kaima!" he choked out, his voice full of a terror I had never heard from him before. "Hold on!" I screamed, the gold fire around me flaring to a blinding intensity as I tried to anchor us to the earth.

Use it. She’d heard of Silverpine, even in her old life—one of the strongest packs north of the Old Forest, led by alphas who prided themselves on honor and ruthlessness in equal measure. Rowan, their heir, was the stuff of whispered legend: a boy who’d survived a witch’s fire, a man who’d united the northern packs under one bloody banner. Now he wanted her—needed her, apparently—to keep that grip on power. That’s leverage. Maybe not much, but it’s more than a corpse has.

The young man stumbled forward another step, flames licking across the courtyard. “I won’t be overshadowed!” he roared at me. “I’m not your enemy!” I shot back. “You carry the crown!” “I carry responsibility!” The words ripped from my chest before I could stop them. The fire between us paused. Just slightly. “You think I wanted this?” I demanded. The symbols along my arms glowed brighter, but not violently. Steady. “Rowan is dying because you couldn’t control it,” I said, voice breaking. “And I almost lost my sister because I couldn’t control mine.”