Jackim_Ochieng

Ochieng, a seemingly ordinary student, hides a terrifying background—he is the heir to an unfathomable fortune and a top martial artist trained by a grandmaster. Mocked, betrayed, and abandoned by those he once loved, he chooses to stay low-key until fate forces his comeback. From school life and romance to mafia feuds and hidden identities, his journey is filled with heartbreak, revenge, power struggles, and shocking revelations. As enemies fall and regret consumes those who wronged him, the world will witness the rise of the most dominant and feared figure in history.

VEIL OF DESTINY :THE HIDDEN HEIR ASSERT

"Not all fires burn to destroy—some burn to reveal."

Rian sat upright in the middle of the night, breath trembling. The feather was gone now, but its chill lingered on his skin. The dream hadn't been a dream. He knew it.

He left his tent barefoot, walking toward the dying embers of the campfire. The flames pulsed unnaturally, as if whispering his name.

The voice came again, this time from the fire itself. Whisper-thin, ancient, broken… but familiar.

"Find the mark… before she burns it away."

The fire flared—and inside it, he saw her.

Jayden stood at the cliff edge before sunrise, his coat billowing with the mountain winds. He hadn't slept.

The name—Jayden Ochieng—still echoed in his skull. A name buried by time and fear. A name his mother had whispered only once.

"You are Ochieng," she had said, "for the light you will bring to shadows."

He had buried that part of him, thinking it weakness… but Seraphine knew.

"You're changing," she said softly.

Naela clenched her fists. She didn't know if she was more afraid of losing Jayden to Seraphine… or to the darkness awakening inside him.

"You don't have to carry it all," she whispered.

He finally turned, meeting her eyes. "But I was born to."

She wanted to hold him. Wanted to scream. But all she did was nod.

Rian burst into the tent where the scrolls were kept, startling Elijah, the silent scribe.

"I need maps. Old ones. Anything with symbols tied to Ochieng."

Elijah blinked. "You… know that name?"

"I heard it," Rian said. "And something's about to burn."

Behind them, one of the scrolls caught fire on its own—only a single symbol left behind.

Far away, in a land cloaked in snow, a woman awoke.

Eyes like obsidian. Lips red as blood. A blade with ancient runes tattooed to her thigh.

She whispered the name as the wind howled around her.

Chapter 554: Whispers in the Flame