Rowan Heir Of Fire Novels & Stories

Now she really wanted to protect this female cultivator, because no one had ever been like her, not afraid of the heavens and karma, and insisted on giving them justice. The boy moved a bit faster than her and was a bit more rational. He grabbed Amelia's hand: "Are you sure you want to take on such big karmic burdens for him?" Amelia hadn't explained yet. There was something else going on over there. It was Rowan who woke up. Earlier, "Rowan" Heir Fisher probably passed out and didn't know he'd become a sacrifice to the gods. Now, as soon as he opened his eyes, there was a blazing fire right under his feet.

"Decide now! They're coming through the door!" The main hatch of the pod exploded. A figure stepped through the smoke. It wasn't a machine. It wasn't a monster. It was Rowan. But he wasn't a proxy. He wasn't glass. He was wearing a silver crown, and his eyes were burning with a cold, violet fire. "Give me the boy, Lyra," Rowan said. His voice sounded like a thousand dying stars. "Or I will watch you burn with the rest of the universe." He raised a hand, and a blade of violet light grew from his palm.

“And maybe… redemption.” The line went quiet. Somewhere on his end, I could hear rain. Finally, I said, “If you’re serious, you’ll meet me halfway.” “Where?” he asked. “Where the fire started.” Then I hung up. Adrian’s POV The call’s last words looped through him like a brand: Where the fire started. He remembered the Brooklyn skyline, the glow on the river. That’s where she meant to meet…not as the woman he’d accused, but as the one still burning for truth.

3 Sebastian’s home was located in the neighboring estate; it was a ten-minute drive. Sebastian waved at me when he saw him, he was so anxious that he had waited for me in front of his house. He was a tall guy about as tall as me with beautiful hair. His hair was thick and wavy blonde, sometimes I felt envious of his hair. Mine was just ebony brown and straight and long, like a rock type of person.

Rowan’s voice, Rowan’s hands, Rowan’s promise. And beneath all of it, the mistress’s steady palm at her stomach. Elowen’s certainty shattered with the sound of Rowan’s next breath - quiet, intimate, meant for one person alone. “I’m giving you an heir,” Rowan said, and the sentence landed like a stone breaking glass. “No one else will decide its worth.” Heir.

BLURB For three years, Seraphina gave everything she had to a man who never saw her clearly. She cooked, she endured, she stayed quiet through every insult his family threw at her, and she secretly kept his failing business alive from the shadows, without him ever knowing it was her. Then his first love walked back through the door, and Seraphina disappeared. She walked out as his invisible wife and came back as Seraphina Vaughn, the hidden heiress of the most powerful family in the country. The woman two dangerous older brothers would tear the world apart for, the woman every powerful man in the city now wants standing beside him. Damian thought she would come back within a week; bu

Two years later, I was invited to speak at the International Healers Association. I returned to the continent with my children. I was now the White Wolf Healer, famous across the Forgotten Lands. Accompanying me was my new mate, Alpha Jaxon. He was the leader of a Northern pack I had saved during a campaign. He was powerful, gentle, and fiercely loyal. We fell in love amidst the gunfire, and he treated my twins as his own blood. At the airport exit, I unexpectedly saw Kaelen. He was holding the hand of a little boy named Anas, standing in the crowd.

PROLOGUE I had buried Joe. I had told my father no. I had chosen the cemetery over my arranged bride. I felt nothing. I’d lost everything that gave my life meaning in the span of a single night; the very night of my third anniversary. So, when that hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my protest, my instinct should have been to fight, to claw my way out of that grip. But I barely tried. When he called himself Rowan Hayes, when he spoke of my father and my arranged bride, it struck me: This man is Chaos, Hatred, and Ruin all in one.

She paused, glanced once at the camera then moved. “She had clearance?” I asked. “Yes,” Dr. Rowan said. “It has been revoked after this.” The nurse approached the storage unit marked Sebastian Hale Biogenetic Archive. She hesitated, then she unlocked it. She removed the tray carefully, like she had practiced this moment. One vial. Then another. She inspected the labels, turning them towards the light. There was no mistake. Those were mine. “She knew exactly what she was taking,” Dr. Rowan said quietly.

Cold sweat gathered on Jack’s forehead, and Alanna turned pale with helplessness. The fans, fueled by both long‑held devotion and intense curiosity, were ready to uncover the truth at last. The only person who looked relieved was Lionel. His gaze steadied, his fists tightened, and he whispered under his breath, “Lewis, we’ll clear your name. We won’t let you be slandered even in death.” Unfortunately, Lionel was destined to be disappointed. The organizers released only a short segment from before the accident. In the footage, my expression was grave, my hands locked around the steering wheel.