The Disowned Heiress: Fire And Ashes Novels & Stories

On the other, Asher lifts his sword, blood gleaming down the blade. I’m shaking. I don’t know who to run to. They both look at me. Waiting. I try to move, but the world begins to tilt. Flames burst up from the ground. Screams echo from the distance. I hear names I don’t recognize. Faces flash in the smoke—Elise. Madeline. Theo. The Queen. They all burn. And still, I stand frozen. I don’t choose. I don’t speak. I just stand. And when the fire finally reaches me, I don’t even scream.

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

But then she remembered Kai’s voice in the Sanctuary. “The fire doesn’t decide who you are. You do.” Ashen lunged again. Rowan met her fire with her own, gold against red, heat cracking the air. Their flames collided, sparking violently, and Rowan stumbled back as the corrupted fire tried to swallow hers whole. Ashen’s voice pushed into her mind like a whisper. “You will destroy everything. Just like the prophecy warned.” “No,” Rowan ground out. She tried to steady her breathing, but Ashen didn’t give her a second. The older woman’s flames snaked around her legs, dragging her down to her knees.

Hot enough to set paper aflame. He left scorching, smoking footprints on the floor with every step. Lily and Kael both took a step back. 【WARNING: S-Rank Boss, ‘The Ashen Revenant,’ has appeared. He was burned alive in a fire. He hates all living things. His ‘Flames of Retribution’ can burn even the soul to ash.】 But I smelled nothing. Felt no heat. To me, he just looked like some poor chimney sweep after a very, very bad day.

Dangerous. “Let the game begin,” I whispered softly. Outside my window, the workers continued decorating the estate for the wedding. White flowers. Silk ribbons. Golden lights. All preparing for a celebration. None of them knew they were actually preparing for something else. A public humiliation. A shattered alliance. And the first move in a very long revenge. Tomorrow… The world would watch Astrid Woods cancel her wedding. But what they wouldn’t see… Was the war that had just begun.

she said with a slow, reluctant nod. After Robert left, she turned to Agnes, their hands locked together. “Will this even work?” she whispered. “Yes,” Agnes replied, nodding firmly. “You need to stay hidden, because by now your father and brothers will know your inheritance has been transferred to this charity. They will definitely want to come here to confirm. They might not want to trust Evans.” Ashley's eyes welled up. “I didn't think of the consequences.” “It's alright love. I'm with you in this.” Agnes said, thumb brushing tears from Ashley’s cheeks.

"I bought you for fifty million euros, little bird. Not to love you... but to break you."Vivienne Sterling (19) was once the billionaire princess of New York’s high society. But after her evil stepmother frames her for a corporate crime, her father publicly disowns her and strips her of her name. With no money and a fake passport, Vivienne is exiled to Europe only to be captured and put on a secret, elite marriage auction stage. Don Lucian De Vitis (28) is the ruthless, scarred monarch of the French Mediterranean mafia. He lives for one thing: revenge against the Sterling family who tried to ruin his empire. When he sees Vivienne on the auction block, he doesn't see a woman he sees the perf

"That's Stronghold Keep burning." No one wanted to accept it at first. Corvin even suggested it might be something else, some other fire, some other town burning. But deep down, we all knew. We'd felt the presence of the Scourge, that psychic pressure that had never quite gone away. And now it had moved north, and had reached our destination before we could. That night, Corvin called a meeting. We huddled around the fire like survivors of a shipwreck, and she made her announcement.

And then at ten, the news came: "News reaching us here live in london The house of Kayden Blackwood, the billionaire heir to the Blackwood company, has caught fire, a very uncontrollable one. Our sources say that it was from a domestic incident, while others say it could be from Daniel, as he was recently kicked out of the company. It is still unknown how many people are inside." Colour drained from my face, my palms sweaty. I could not believe that the woman sitting calmly beside me would pull such a powerful stunt. "Ashley…" I whispered, still looking at the fire on the screen. "Yes, honey," she whispered. She plucked a grape for me and held it out for me to eat. "Don't tell me you did it.