The Disowned Heiress: Fire And Ashes Novels & Stories

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

It looked to have been abandoned long ago. A chill ran down her spine as if someone was watching her. 'Astasha.' That voice. It came from everywhere and nowhere. She had heard it before, and again it made her heart pound in her chest. 'It has begun. Everything that was shall burn. A new world will rise from the ashes. Seek for your answers here. Embrace the truth, Astasha. Set the darkness free.’ Her breath was labored, her blood pumping in her ears. Slowly, she raised her gaze to one of the many towers, and through its window, she met a pair of eyes, swirling black, that reached into her soul.

I snapped Silence again But it was heavier this time I stood and walked away from the camp needing the cold night to bite into my heat The fire wouldn’t go out It curled around my wrists veins glowing faintly gold I clenched my teeth And tried to command it It flared higher Then hissed “You don’t control this” Ash-Elixir’s voice whispered from the trees “You unleash it or it devours you trying to escape” I spun No one was there I pressed my hands to a nearby boulder and let the fire strike through it burning a mark of power that wasn't meant for this world And in the middle of it I smiled Because part of me liked the way it felt

The audacity, the betrayal—she’d thrown herself at me, then waltzed into my family’s home to marry my sleaze of an uncle. Her gaze locked onto mine, her lips parting, fear and defiance flickering across her face. My fists clenched, my nails biting into my palms. She was a liar, a cheap manipulator, using me to climb into the Callahan empire. My hatred surged, a wildfire, but beneath it, her hazel eyes pulled at me, stirring something I couldn’t name. Last night, she’d been mine, and now she sat here, promised to Ethan. What the hell was she playing at?

“Survival cannot be your only goal.” “It is enough for now.” “For now?” I repeated carefully. “So you are planning something.” “Aren’t we all?” I studied her more seriously then because this no longer felt like a simple game of attraction or power. Whatever she was hiding carried danger far beyond ordinary secrets. “You are hiding fire,” I said slowly. Her gaze locked onto mine. “Maybe.” “And when that fire finally escapes?” Her voice dropped lower, colder, impossibly certain. “It will burn everything.”

I called out "Stephen wake up Marco. We are going to Florence. We are not going there to fight a deed; we are going there to declare a sanctuary." The battle for the Underlying Title was about to move from a property dispute to a crusade. Elias wanted a quarry; I was going to give him a cathedral. As we piled into the car at dawn I looked back at the hunting lodge. The smoke was still coming from the chimney, a line of defiance. Elias was still sharpening his knife. He did not know that I had found the stone that could not be cut. The Rossi Heritage was no longer a vintage; it was a fortress. The Hidden Heiress was finally ready to stop being the victim of her blood and start being the prote

Inside were three items: a leather journal, a USB drive, and a smaller sealed envelope. I opened the smaller envelope first. Inside was a check for ten million dollars made out to me, dated two days before Eleanor's stroke. The letter was in Eleanor's precise handwriting: Sophia, If you're reading this, I'm dead and you've won. Congratulations. You played the game better than I expected. The journal contains documentation of every crime Catherine Chen and I committed over the past twenty years. The USB has financial records, communications, everything prosecutors would need. I'm giving you the choice I never gave you before: destroy your mother or protect her.

Colour has crept back into his skin, a soft glow lights his eyes. The inside of Shaw Mansion is even more dazzling than its exterior. High ceilings catching light, crystal reflecting crystal. We settle into a vast hall that feels more like a drawing room meant for royalty. A plush carpet cushions my steps. The air carries a faint jasmine scent, soft and lingering. “Jenny, you can change and relax,” Heidi says. “It's okay, I don’t need to,” I reply, already shaking my head. “I’m leaving soon.” “Where are you staying now?” Her brows knit slightly. “I heard the Smith Manor is in terrible condition. And the mob even attacked the Hale Mansion.”

Avina. The woman who once destroyed empires, who bent kings and warriors to her will, who walked through fire and left kingdoms in ruin. I had not seen her in this life, not truly, but in my blood there was memory, and in those memories her face was carved like a flame into stone, my hand trembled as I reached for the book that bore her mark, the crest of fire and ash burned into its leather cover. I opened it, and the past bled into the present.

“No…no…noooo! Jazell turns to look at Vashi before lighting up the wooden box, and it slowly erupts in flames. “You should be happy; what a privilege it is to be sent away to the afterlife…by a queen.” Jazell said in a dreadful tone, as the reflection of the flames dazzled in her crystal blue eyes. Vashi screamed, her skin withering, just as Viper burned. Her face lost shape as it melted. The royal family watched with predatory gaze, not flinching at the scene in front of them. There was another queen leaning on the railings of the upper deck… Jia Veythar… The burning flames ignited in her dark eyes as the screams of Vashi sounded like music to her ears.