Books Like The Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

My most heartfelt moment would be the court case for Silvester's custody. Honestly this book has a second series but saddens me that LGBTQ+ books don't receive the popular of satisfaction they deserve and if it does, the main character is a straight or bisexual. I'm not confident of my book participating in the 2020 Good novel contest as I have barely to none seen LGBTQ+ books win in contests so I am writing my first straight book on this platform 'A Game of Chess.' If you are someone who enjoys royal romance with drama, romance, betrayal and all those royal shit please check it out and review.

“I want the platform protected. No takedown. No scare. I want this book to live.” Luca nodded once. “Then we protect the book like we protect the boy.” Outside, the city stayed ignorant. Inside, the threat changed shape. They had failed to leak my medical record. So now they were coming for my story. —End Chapter 27

"You're not helping." "I know." The maid quietly picked up one final book. Unlike the others... This one looked ancient. Its leather cover had almost turned silver with age. Runes covered the spine. The pages seemed unusually thick. Almost alive. The maid hesitated before placing it in my hands. Althea watched me carefully. Waiting. Expecting. I looked down. Then froze. Every trace of amusement vanished. The title read: Hereditary Powers and Bloodlines Through the Centuries: Recorded Abilities and Their Evolution

Her fingers trembled as she lifted it. A slim flash drive. An old one. Military-grade encryption stamped into the metal. And a folded piece of paper, yellowed with age. Handwriting she recognized instantly. Her mother’s. Elara— If you’re reading this, I failed to keep you out of it. I’m sorry. The vault isn’t money. It’s leverage. Names tied to deaths. Wars funded for profit. Men who don’t exist but decide who lives quietly. Locke was never in control. He was a mouthpiece who learned to bite.

It not like it’s normal see someone on fire was normal but he said nothing. I will think about that later not now. I do not go to my dorm. I go straight to the library. The forbidden section smells old and heavy, like dust and secrets layered on top of each other. I search shelf after shelf, pulling out books on elemental magic, ancient bloodlines, cursed abilities, fire wielders, forbidden hybrids. Nothing matches. Nothing talks about blue fire. Frustration claws at my chest until my fingers brush against a thick, worn book shoved far back on a lower shelf.

PERCY’S POV I buried myself in books that evening like I always did when my thoughts became too loud. The academy library was quiet. There were tall shelves all around me, packed with old texts on pack law, wolf genetics, bloodlines, and hierarchy. I liked books because they made sense. There was logic, cause and effect. I sat at table near the window. There were books spread out in front of me. One was open to a chapter on dominant gene inheritance in Alpha bloodlines. Another focused on pack stability and the dangers of rogue integration. I took notes as I read.

After the long lecture from Elara, I decided to read more about it since she couldn't cover it all today. Different books were arranged neatly on the shelf. Territory treaties _ document_ business _ business _ ahhh history. The Origins of the Moon Blessed. Bloodlines and Bonds: A History of Mates. The Rise of the Alpha Kings. Curiosity tugged at me, and before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled the first book free, settling it into the crook of my arm before grabbing a second. The stack was getting precarious when I heard a deep, familiar chuckle from behind me.

I approached slowly, the heels of my boots clicking softly on the polished floor. Drawn like a moth to a flame, I skimmed my fingers across the titles etched on the spines. Tales of kings. Wars. Bloodlines. My gaze caught on a thick, weathered book left open on the desk. Its title was simple: Pack Histories and Blood Betrayals. A cold shiver rippled through me. I leaned over, my shadow swallowing the page, and began to read. At first, it was the usual: chronicles of battles, treaties, ascensions. But then, a word snared me, rooted me in place:

They were all sitting in the living room, looking like they owned the place. “I want all of my mother's properties,” I demanded, trying to sound confident. My father sneered at me. “You have no right to request anything,” she spat. “You are just a disgraced daughter who's been in prison for three years. You are not even worthy of being called a member of this family.” I felt a surge of anger, but I tried to keep my cool. “I'm my mother's daughter,” I said, my voice firm. “And I deserve to inherit her properties. Including this house,”

The air in the room seemed to change, as though the shadows themselves were leaning in, listening. “But...” she continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone now, one that Julian couldn't ignore. It was like she was warning him, “It’s not going to be simple. You’ll inherit more than just wealth. There are people in place, people who’ve been operating in the shadows for years, who will test your authority, challenge your claim. And many of them? They won’t be thrilled about you taking control.” Her lips curled into a faint, bitter smile, but her eyes remained cold, calculating. “You’re not just inheriting an empire. You’re inheriting enemies.”