Rowan Heir Of Fire Novels & Stories

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

Beneath the ink of the raven, the damn cursed mark pulsed with a violent, waking burn I hadn't felt in thirteen long years. My vision blurred. Then I looked at the photo. Staring back at me were the familiar, cold gray eyes of the monster who had haunted my every waking moment for thirteen years. Rowan Ashwing-Kael Vexley,the Supreme Alpha of Stormveil and the Fire Lord of the Ashwing bloodline. He was the Beast of Flames? The monster breathing down the necks of the Hunters? And he was here? Right now? I stumbled backward, the edges of my vision blackening just as they had thirteen years ago.

Bryan blurted out, “Why do you think I could even remember how she smelled? We didn’t have any closer interactions than shaking hands and social small talk,” “I’m sorry if you feel offended. Alright, difficult to describe over the phone. Let’s meet after you come back. Have a good vacation!” Bryan sighed after he hung up the call. Both as the heirs of a family business, Vincent had a tougher life to get what he deserved as the heir than him, of course with a higher wealth level too. As the sole heir of S&T group, he had a happy family and did not take much to get control of the law firm business. Vincent, on the other hand, was the “forgotten son” for years wandering in the UK, with a depres

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

Caine thought she had died years ago when Ravenna was destroyed, and she had believed the same about him. Rowan; the younger sister of Delmar, the new Chief. When he confronted her at the Iron Furnace, the first thing Caine noticed was how much she had grown. She was no child anymore. Despite the suffering of her people, Rowan appeared to have the bearings of her father. It was in her enthralling eyes alone that Caine was able to realize the true convictions of her people in their darkest hour. Still, looking into those eyes, he constantly wondered if Rowan knew the truth; the truth behind the sudden attack on Ravenna - the truth of herself.

"And when I do...I will make his eternal suffering a monument to what awaits any who dare obstruct the ascendant forces carrying me toward my preordained destiny." With that dire pronouncement still reverberating, I turned and stalked down the hallways toward the manor's armory, every heaving breath feeding the roaring inferno that blazed within my soul. Out there somewhere, alone and vulnerable, was the innocent vessel carrying the next heir of my noble bloodline - the heir who would one day rise as a supreme alpha of the ages. And Rowan, the worm, had callously cast her into a wilderness teeming with ravening monstrosities who would delight in tearing her apart, all in a depraved bid to er

Rowan looked away. “Because he was erased from every record.” “But you knew.” “Yes.” She stepped forward. “What else are you hiding?” Rowan met her eyes. “I loved someone once. Long before the Trials.” “Your mate?” “No,” he said. “My executioner.” 7. The Flame Grows Hungry Ava’s sleep that night was filled with fire. She walked through flames, unharmed. But the flames whispered now. They begged. They thirsted. “Give us more,” they said.

I saw who it was even before he stood. Beta Rowan. Older than me by a decade, tall, thick-shouldered, iron-grey at his temples. He rose from the second table, palms flat on the wood, eyes locked on me. “With respect, Alpha heir,” Rowan said, and the title sounded more like a warning, “you brought the risk into our midst. You stacked shards in our ritual, you opened Starfang to Nightmoor and to Stargazer, and now the world is burning in patterns that match the crack on your neck.”

She fought them back. After a lengthy silence, Rowan spoke once more—softly, agonizingly. “There’s more to it.” Her stomach twisted. “Say it.” Rowan moved closer—not making contact, but near enough for her to sense the turmoil in every breath he took. “Your father isn’t searching for you by himself. He is also seeking the heir you carry.” Her body tensed. Cold coursed through her veins. “I’m not expecting.” Rowan nodded slowly. “Not yet. But he has a seer… one who insists your child will be the most formidable wolf born in a century. A child destined to either unite or devastate territories.”

Ryder reached out, grabbed Arden’s waist, and pulled him back down before he could stand. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed his forehead. “So,” Ryder said with a smirk. “You’re jealous.” Arden opened his mouth to deny it, then closed it. He bit his lips instead. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Arden muttered. Ryder smiled. “Alright. Let me explain.” He shifted so Arden was more comfortable in his arms. “There is nothing between me and Mr Rowland,” Ryder said. “I hired him because he is the best technology expert in this country.”