Rowan Heir Of Fire Novels & Stories

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

The girl stood beside the hunter like a statue, silver rings circling her irises, her once-bright voice stolen, her soul somewhere else. Seraphine stepped forward, hand trembling, lips dry. “Kaela…?” The girl didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Only whispered, in a voice not her own: “Heir of flame. Daughter of Elira. You were warned.” The hunter stood behind her, arms crossed, emotionless. “We wanted to show you what happens when you love something more than your cause.” Seraphine’s flame flared — but dimly. Not because it was weak. Because she was shaking too hard to focus.

"Well, that makes sense. I'm the CEO of a company, and you're just a useless country bumpkin. Any fool could tell who the smart choice was." Joel chimed in while clapping along, "Yeah, yeah! You're the best, Dad! That useless country bumpkin doesn't deserve Mom. She's a goddess!" No wonder Lydia had never wanted children after I came back to the Falkner family. She had been waiting and evaluating her options. I'd only just realized it now. All the childhood promises and all those vows were nothing but empty words when faced with greed. Fury consumed me, and I threw a punch straight at Xander's face. "You bastard!"

This was my escape, nevertheless, the confusion widened between me and the life behind my parents. I now comprehend why Higher King Oswald saw me as someone he knew. I looked like my mother and possibly he could see her to me. Unlike Fira, her face was the combination of our parents. It was hard to distinguish which one. What happened in history? In the Higher King’s Loe Interest. It was written there that his pure love was Queen of Fire, which was King Fire’s mother. It did not mention an omega who captivated his heart. If that was the case, Higher KIng also fell in love with the low born and the history was covering it all this time.

Mavin nodded as he smiled, he took a sip of his coffee and looked at his dad, "Yeah, and it's worth it. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever met….and I want to make her my queen." Frowning Kevin Cohen looked away from his son irritatedly. "You might as well get yourself killed by the Duhamels, I've heard Wade Duhamel's son is obsessed with the girl, so I suggest you back out, we can't afford to have a feud with the Duhamels." Kevin warned. "For now." Mavin said confidently, looking at his dad. "I just need to make friends with the new Stark heir, and I'll have all the protection in the world." Mavin said smugly.

The long binders stayed untouched on the other side of the desk, quietly and patiently waiting for the big boss to pick them up. Long, tense minutes of total silence left me clenching my teeth together. Keeping my breathing steady while forcing my restless leg to stay still required effort and patience. If only I could, by now I'd be storming out of this building without a single word. Fuck this. I had no plans to be an errand boy for my father for another year, much less be some psychotic Italian heir's bitch, just so I could prove to the entire Falco clan that I wasn't as useless as they all thought.

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

And he gladly returns the steely-eyed look in kind. I leave Joshua’s side to move forward; I clasp my hand on his shoulder; I feel it slacken beneath me and slump to a calmed set. “Who are you?” I quiz. “Do you work for the Apion’s or something?” “I look after their horses,” he says simply. I scorn him with a heated look that conveys better than what words can. He sighs in defeat and unfolds his arms, laying down his verbal forges. “I guess we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Grey. Hunter Grey,” he introduces. He outstretches his hand towards Atticus who looks down at it with a revolted expression like his hand is drenched in urine. His gaze ascends to bore into Hunter’s eyes.

From the shadows of the altar, a figure emerged, cloaked in midnight and silver. It was Maelis Rowan, the seer whose riddles had haunted their path. Her eyes were glazed, her voice trembling with prophecy. “The heir awakens, and with her awakening, blood will answer blood.” Serenya’s breath caught. “Maelis… what does it mean?”

All I could feel was how to burn down this entire world right at the moment. “Aylin, look in my eyes.” Rowan got pushed back with a zephyr of wind. He bends down, balancing himself over the ground. The sound of a roaring blaze took my attention from Rowan, who was still staring at me with disbelief, sprawled all over his face. A slender grandiloquent pile of fire was blazing in the sky, reaching until my eyes could see. That small bonfire was turned into an erupting volcano challenging the limits of sky, daring him with his height.