Grayson Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

She was later directed to the main hall by one of the workers there, and she decided to focus on seeing the new heir of the empire and leaving the venue before night falls. TWENTY MINUTES LATER As Lena chatted with familiar faces, the room fell silent. All eyes turned to the front. The Master of Ceremonies stepped up to the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice loud and clear. "Please welcome the new leader of the Blackwood Empire, Mr. Grayson Blackwood!" The room erupted into applause as Grayson walked towards the microphone. Lena's eyes widened in shock. Grayson was the new heir? It couldn't be! Yet, there he was, smiling and waving to the crowd.

“Holt owns this city. He’ll crush you. You're fighting a war you can't win, kid.” I clenched my fists, my eyes were stinging. “He already did,” I whispered. “He killed my baby. Lied to me. Used me. And I’m not letting him get away with it.” Grayson looked at me for a beat. For a moment, I saw something: pity, maybe. But it vanished fast. And then he turned away. “Then you're on your own." He pulled a cigarette out and grabbed a lighter from his desk. "Find someone else. I’m not risking my life for this.”

A daughter who wouldn’t keep the family name after marriage and her children wouldn’t be Godwin’s in the ways that mattered to men like his father. He had lots of experience with disappointing his old man, he was well versed in it. It was likely Blair was carrying a girl. But Grayson wasn’t doing this whole charade again no matter what came out of his surrogate. Any child of his would technically fulfill his obligation to produce an heir. He wasn’t going to try again with Blair or any other surrogate even if this child didn’t have the right parts Cole was looking for. He’d sacrificed enough already in the name of being a dutiful son.

"You don't understand what you're interrupting, Marabelle. The Blood Moon ritual would have secured our future—yours and mine." "There is no 'our' future," I said firmly, moving toward the Sacred Stone with both Maison and Jackson at my side. My voice rang out with Star’s resonance joining mine as one, “I Marabelle Daisy Graystone, with my wolf Star as one daughter of the late King Edward and Queen Isobel and sister to the late Kenneth Arthur Graystone, I call upon the Scared Stone to hear my call as the last true Graystone heir and next in line as my birthright right. Along side my true mates Alpha Maison and Alpha Jackson gifted to me by the Moon Goddess herself who had blessed our union.”

That even if marriage can be dissolved… heirs can’t be undone. We don’t live in medieval times, but sometimes, being part of an ancient secret society makes it feel that way. Everything is legacy and symbolism and bloodlines. So tonight, I’m out late with our legal team, making amendments to the Obsidian Knights charter that would solidify my gift to Grayson. It needs to be flawless. Ironclad. By the time I get home, it’s late. Quiet. I expect to find Grayson still in his study, probably neck-deep in Vault data, chasing threads we don’t even know we’re connected to yet.

"Sydney Bryant is a Greyson. The reason he wanted the Greyson embryos was because of their DNA. The curse gene. It skips around, so not every descendent of the 5 families has this gene, but considering that Devin and Angelica had the gene, it might be possible that Sydney is a carrier as well." I gasp as the truth hits me like a stone. "Greyson, Steele, Bryant, Devaroux--the four families who marry one another generation after generation to secure wealth and power," I remember my mother telling me about the start of the Bryant/Greyson feud and how it involved a marriage deal gone wrong. "Cousins. All potential carriers for the gene. Fisher's been messing with our family DNA for two generatio

“I guess everything just skipped right over Grayson.” “Good thing you’re not having a boy huh?” Alistair asked. “A color blind, lefthander.” “So what do the girls in the family inherit?” I questioned. “Great taste in life partners.” Belinda smiled. “Well thank goodness, because she won’t get that from my side of the family!” I giggled. “What do you mean? You have great taste,” Grayson grinned. “I mean you’re having my baby.” He kissed me passionately. Grayson was never afraid of showing affection in front of his parents. It used to make me slightly uncomfortable but they really are family now, so who cares?

Lara's voice wavered, her eyes pleading for some semblance of clarity in the chaos of their twisted relationship. Greyson merely shrugged, his expression unreadable. "My plans are nearing fruition. It would be advantageous to have a Granger heir in your womb. But if that fails... I will find another way." Lara's throat felt tight, her breath catching in her chest. She realized then that she was merely a pawn in Greyson's sinister game, a means to an end in his relentless pursuit of power and control. "Now, prepare yourself. We have somewhere to be," Greyson commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

I mutter. “Even if you are not the Heir to The late Dylan Grayson’s properties that was publicly announced to the general public, you are the late Dylan Grayson’s real heir so can't you see that Asher is trying so much to make sure that the agricultural firm is up and running again after being forcefully closed down as a result of the investigation of the murder case despite the rumors that that will arouse and the damage that it will do to his reputation but you still want to act all unbothered and unconcerned just because he publicly acknowledged your father’s bastard as the legitimate heir?” he questions.

Mia said as Grayson set the children down. They left the building after Grayson made a promise to take Daniella for princess shopping. Silence settled over the room again, but this time, it wasn’t heavy with pain—it was filled with the possibility of healing. After a moment, Grayson cleared his throat. “I’ve decided to retire, Ethan.” Ethan’s brows lifted in surprise. “What?” Grayson nodded. "I built maverick Enterprises for my family, but along the way, I forgot what mattered most. You're the man to inherit it now. It's yours."