Rowan Heir Of Fire Novels & Stories

The chaotic sounds of the firefight rushed in—the crackle of flames, the hiss of water turning to steam, the shouted orders. "Stay close to me," he ordered, his voice barely audible over the noise. I got out, the heat from the fire washing over me in a wave. We moved toward the organized chaos, passing frantic workers and grim-faced security personnel. The light from the flames danced across Dante's face, highlighting the sharp angles and the icy rage in his eyes. Just as we cleared a fire truck, a figure broke away from a huddle of men and rushed toward us. It was Rowan . His usual calm was gone. His clothes were smudged with soot, and his face was tight with stress and urgency.

She instinctively took a step backward. “No.” “I can’t be.” Arawn shook his head. “No.” “You are not.” A pause. “But you are his last living heir.” The pendant against Rowan’s chest began to glow once more. Softly. Like a heartbeat. Fen stepped closer until his shoulder rested firmly against hers. She buried trembling fingers into the thick fur at his neck. He didn’t move. He simply stayed. A silent promise. Whatever comes… You won’t face it alone. Far beneath the Black Forest…

Rowan slowly looked up. The fire in his eyes wasn’t reckless. It was focused. “Find her,” he said quietly. Sebastian nodded once. Amara tightened her grip on Rowan’s hand. Because if Adrian had a daughter— Then somewhere out there— Was another piece of the bloodline. Another possible rival. Or— Another unexpected ally. And the gala was in forty-eight hours. The unveiling of the heirs. The comparison. The beginning of open war. But now— The board wasn’t the biggest threat.

Narrator" A long time ago there was a witch named Rowan, he was a son of the leader of the fire clan of the witch, in his time a clairvoyant says that there was a hybrid that would be born and would be starting a war, that girl would come from the witch of the fire clan. The most powerful clan of witches of that time. But no one knows where they could find that hybrid. That hybrid would be the most beautiful female who has fascinating purple eyes, that was what they knew about the hybrid that they were looking for. That news spread all over the dimensions and because they were scared of what would happen in the future all of the hybrids that they could find, they immediately slaughtered them

Someone is holding me. Someone else is saying something. My body feels like it is burning. I try to move, but I cannot. I hear a voice. Panicked. Familiar. "This isn't supposed to happen." Another voice. Closer. "Rowan?" My heart stops. I know that voice. I know it better than I know my own. Lyall. The memory shifts. I can hear him again. Closer this time. "I've got you." Then another fragment. "I'll take care of you."

Which was a stupid thing to think about in a moment like this but it was the first thing that came to my mind. All those years of carrying it everywhere, of building something from nothing, of choosing this life and this city and this version of myself. I was not going to let it end in a dirty alley over a man who never deserved a single day I gave him. Through the ringing in my ears and the darkness closing in at the sides of my sight, I saw a tall, powerful figure moving swiftly toward us from the mouth of the alley. Broad shoulders, dark clothes and lethal intent in every step.

“You want to sever the pledged claim?” Elisa Blackthorne shot to her feet. She knew better than anyone how much I had loved Ronan. That was why the shock on her face was so real. “Elara, think carefully. Once the mate bond is complete, you won’t just be Blackthorne’s Luna.” “You will be the only woman who can give this pack a true black-core heir.” I gave a bitter laugh and played the recording on my phone. Ronan’s voice filled the room, followed by his Beta’s.

"My uncle murdered my parents. Poisoned my father slowly over months while pretending to care for him. Then he smothered my mother in her sleep and made it look like grief killed her." Lyra's stomach turned. "I was twenty-one," Rowan continued. "Strong. Trained. The rightful heir. So he arranged an accident. A hunting trip. My horse spooked. I fell. Broke my spine, or so everyone believes." His hands clenched into fists. "But I survived. Learned to walk again in secret. Started gathering wolves loyal to me. And I've been waiting five years for the right moment to take back what he stole." "Why are you telling me this?"

"One minute. He'll remember. If I just see him—" “Miss River, you–” I did not let her finish before I dashed inside. “You can’t keep me from him!” I shouted, voice trembling as I pushed everybody aside. . The chamber beyond was dimly lit. Rowan sat on the edge of the healer’s bed, his torso wrapped in bandages. His back was to me, but I knew every curve of those shoulders, every scar, every line. I froze again as Elder Elira caught up to me and stepped between us.

The witches are attacking now, so it would most likely bring forward his plans for succession. “She’s very cunning. I have no direct evidence at the moment. My priority is to become Alpha heir first anyway. So there’s no real urgency besides keeping an eye on the packs. Once I become Alpha heir, I will unite more races to fight against the witches.” There was a glint in Rowan’s eyes, ambition brightening his features as he spoke passionately about what he wanted to do.