Heart of Bones: A Fireheart Urban Fantasy Novella: The Fireheart Fantasy Series, #4

By Connor Whiteley

A Robbery. An Ancient Cult. A Ritual To End Everything.

Ordericous has a long history.

Alessandria investigates a robbery. She hunts a Cult. Her life depends on it.

Can Alessandria find Cult and stop them? Or is Ordericous doomed forever?

If you love riveting action packed urban fantasy, you do not want to miss this page turning fantasy novella!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Nov 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201765521

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

Alessandria cocked her head gently as she sat down. Feeling the soft silky cushion and fine soft leather of the chair as she sat down.

Straightening her head she couldn't think what was wrong with her stunning painting. She still loved the immense painting of the centuries old naval battle with its immense brushstrokes for the waves, the little flicks of the brush to show the little fires on the naval ships. Then her favourite piece were the thousands of perfectly detailed paintings of faces of the troopers preparing for the ground assault.

A part of her thought there was something wrong about the painting. It didn't feel as perfect as it once did. Alessandria thought she might have felt guilty about borrowing it from the art gallery. 

She smiled at the memory of her and Nemesio carrying it out at night. Of course, the gallery knew she had it. But Alessandria had donated ten times the selling price to the gallery so they didn't care. 

The smell of freshly cooked scones and fresh cream and strawberry jam filled her senses. Making Alessandria's mouth taste of the sweet fruit. 

Turning her chair around, Alessandria smiled as she looked at her immense array of sweet treats from the scones, cream and orange tea. All on a perfectly set and beautiful white table. Perfect for her guest that should be coming for a light and very sweet breakfast. 

Also Alessandria had to admit her little table was a great contrast to the rest of her office with the large oak desk next to her and the multiple bookshelves. The little table really added something.

Alessandria heard someone walking past and stretched her neck to look at the opening wooden door but it was just a cleaner.

Then Alessandria noticed her hands were coveted in a thin layer of sweat. She shook her head. She didn't need this. Alessandria needed this meeting to go well. She wanted the House of Blueheart to pledge themselves willingly to her cause to change the law so a gay person could become the Head of a Noble house.

Even the thought of her failing and not getting the law change made her stomach churn. She was determined not to become the Head of the House. 

The smell of the fresh scones made Alessandria turn her attention back to reality and away from that possible future. 

Feeling that her hands were getting more sweaty, Alessandria wished her beautiful Nemesio was here. Her wonderful former Inquisitor turned lover. 

Then she remembered why he wasn't here. The House of Blueheart wasn't exactly a friend of the Order of the Sacred Fire, where Nemesio came from. Alessandria forgot why but she made a mental note to learn about it.

A hard knock on the door made Alessandria shoot up and smile.

At the door stood a very short but thin muscular woman dressed in some rather nice red and blue silk that hung loosely around her black velvet dress. Maybe Alessandria needed to try that get up.

The woman looked around and sneered at Alessandria's office as she walked over to the little table. Her features smooth and angled. Alessandria supposed most men would fine her extremely attractive.

Alessandria went to bring the chair out for her but the woman waved her away. Tucking herself in. Alessandria sat back down. Offering her a scone.

I must say Lady Alessandria Fireheart, this is... not what I expected from a noble House, Lady Blueheart said.

Thank you for coming here at such short notice. It is an honour to meet you, Alessandria said.

Lady Alessandria, I do not appreciate you summoning me. Especially, to this... dump. I expect better from the richest Noble House. Or your scheming Mother spend all that money on the bottle?

Alessandria smiled. Withdrawing the scone from Lady Blueheart.

Instead, Alessandria cut it open and smeared some butter on it.

No my Mother has not spent our money, but please rest assure the House of Fireheart is a notable and rich ally-

Lady Blueheart burst out laughing.

Please forgive me, Lady Alessandria but your House is possibly the worst ally to have in these times,

Alessandria cocked her head. Neptuina, please explain yourself,

Lady Alessandria, have you not seen the Headlines, what the Church is saying amongst others in the Nobility?

No, the House of Fireheart is very close with the Queen. All our intelligence comes through her,

Neptuina smiled. Well just know Blueheart will not be supporting your... stupid cause to make your brother Heir to your House,

I thought you liked my brother, Alessandria said, picking up her scone.

"It is the House of Blueheart proposition that we are okay with your brother being a gay. But he is already in a powerful enough position. A person like that must not be ruling a Noble House,"

"A person like that," Alessandria said, staring at Neptuina.

Neptuina picked up a piece of pastry.

May I remind you that it is Daniel Fireheart that has saved the Queen and the country multiple times. I think a courageous, brave and Noble person is exactly the person who needs to rule a House,

Neptuina crunched on a piece of pastry and swallowed it. I will be frank with you, Lady Alessandria. My House will not be supporting you. We would rather your entire House died out than see a person like your brother on your House’s seat,

Alessandria stared at her.

She hated the Noble. They were all so polite and kind in public but behind closed doors. There are far too much arguing and political backstabbing. This is definitely why Alessandria left all this to her Mother.

Neptuina started to get up.

What Headlines? Alessandria asked.

Lady Blueheart smiled. Oh yes, a gay wedding. Really? Listen here, my House supported the Queen to make those gay people legal. But marriage? That’s too much. We will make sure the Church never allows it,

Alessandria looked at the butter knife on the table. How badly she wanted to thrust it in Neptuina’s throat was overpowering.

The Lady Blueheart started to walk out of the office. Alessandria wanted to sit back down and actually have some of her scones and tea. But Neptuina turned around.

And seriously Alessandria, you’re dating that Nemesio? That former Inquisitor. How silly is your House getting? And how dare you welcome an Inquisitor into the Nobility? My House will stop this,

Then Lady Blueheart simply walked away.

Alessandria fell back into her chair. She didn’t really acknowledge the warmth pulsing through her.

Her mind was fixed on the idea that someone was printing hate articles about her beautiful brother Daniel and her stunning Nemesio. How dare someone target her family using the media.

This was a new low for whoever was behind it. And using Daniel’s wedding. That was just outrageous.

Alessandria placed her face into her hands.

A knock came from the door.

Lifting up her head, Alessandria smiled as her beautiful and utterly stunning Nemesio appeared at the door. His beautiful muscular frame and that perfect longish brown hair. He was perfect.

Are you okay? Nemesio asked.

How badly Alessandria wanted to scream and shout her frustration at him. But she knew that she was a Noblewoman first and the Nobility does not shout and scream. Well, at least for now.

No, I am not. But I will explain all that later. Why are you here? I thought you were-

Yes I was helping your Mother but we’ve been summoned,

Why and by Who?

The Queen has summoned us. A Cult has robbed the National Museum,

CHAPTER 2

Bright morning sun shone through the stunning stained glassed windows painting the entire amazing room in a strange yet stunning array of colours. As I walked across the polished purple quartz, my feet felt a strange energy pulse through them and up into my body. It was a strange feeling.

This room was simply stunning. 

Looking around at the solid gold walls with grand depictions of ancient battles and immense figures from eons ago. My eyes were wide. Hoping to absorb all these amazing sights.

The room was immense though. Probably a good hundred metres long by twenty. It was massive. Perfect for a wedding.

The sound of my beautiful man's slow breathing was strangely calming in this massive room that made you felt inferior. But it was so large that everything echoed loudly. 

Each step echoed around perfectly so listening to Harrison's breathing was nice.

Feeling his smooth hand around mine made me relaxed and calm for the first time in years. And the smell of his wonderful earthly aftershave was a great smell too.

For just a moment, I didn't need to worry about anyone attacking us, no one attacking the Queen. I only had to focus on our wedding.

I looked at him for a moment whilst he focused on some golden depiction of (I don't know) and I had to smile at that beauty. From his longish perfect blond hair to his wonderful youthful features to that perfect slightly muscular body. He was perfection.

Granted when we told the Queen we were getting married, I didn't expect her to be more excited about it than us. She was hugging us and now she offered us the Royal Honour Hall. 

Basically where all the coronations take place and all the other 'wonderful' ceremonies. 

As we continued wandering around the Hall, my dulled blade stayed still in my hand as I thought of it all.

Of course, I wanted to marry him. He was the love of my life. But I wasn't ignorant to