Harry Potter Fanfiction Greek Inheritance Test นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But all he’d gotten was a bunch of information he couldn’t decipher. The only thing he fully understood were the sentences that ended the letter: “…It's only right that you also have the chance to fight for the Inheritance.You’ll be competing against your half-brother. May the best man win. You always were and always will be a Hunter.” Then a warning: “Do not show this to anyone.” Always a Hunter. Yeah, right. Scott ground his teeth. Fresh pain drained the warmth from his chest. He only joined the inheritance race because he figured he could get answers about his mother.

Erik let go of the blade, the students and staff watched as the sword was dropping to the ground, but as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared in thin air before hitting the ground. "And fourth, we have Slytherin. Salazar had one male heir, that he disowned just years after he finished his magic education, and quoting the man, himself, 'the little bastard is a power hungry bigot of a disappointment', and so, is his last will, he reaffirmed the disown of his son, and left all his possessions to his goddaughter, Susan Sally Ravenclaw, his only true heir. Any other that claims that is a liar." That seemed to agitate some older students from Slytherins. One of them even yelled.

What could his grandfather have meant by this? Low murmurs began to ripple through the room. “Could it be Alex? Lately, Mr. Justin Yates has been bringing that kid to the office a lot,” someone whispered. Another nodded. “That actually makes sense.” Harry’s faction also began exchanging knowing looks, all their thoughts converging on Alex. Harry, however, voiced the insinuation directly. “Only those who have formally been recognized by the Yates family elders can inherit shares,” he thundered, his implication clear: a secret love child had no legitimate claim.

Ethan mentioned with pride. "Yandel being four years older, he was sent there first, and after the first year, he came back with a round glass which was given to him by the school and he sudden developed this british accent out of nowhere which seemed to please our parents so much they sent us there too," Ethan added. "Hence why me and Nathan called him Harry, as in Harry Potter, the cursed child, the second part of who shall not be named, the successor of the elder wand, the—" Emily was saying before she got interrupted by Yandel who seemed to have had enough of story time.

Harry replied. “So what do you suggest?” His voice was decadent. “There’s a clause attached to the asset—one that is triggered by the birth of an heir.” Harry said. “Of course” He grunted. “Very typical of him.” He continued. “Listen to him, Leonardo” His mother urged.

Sebastian said at last. Ivy turned to face him fully. “You’ll lose.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “You’re welcome to try and stop me.” Their gazes locked—not as lovers, not yet as enemies, but as two people who finally understood the scale of what stood between them. Outside, the estate grounds lay quiet, immaculate, unchanged. Inside, Julian Blackwood’s final gift took root. War, dressed as inheritance

"What the fuck do you mean by I have to get married before I can inherit Sparta? What sort of Madness is this?" I yelled in anger at my mother. "It is exactly what you heard, Simon. In order to inherit your own share of the properties listed in the will, you need to get married." My mother said calmly, clarifying that the sorcery that I just heard my late father's barrister had read. "What sort of a condition is that? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What are we in now, some Hollywood chic flick movie?!" I screamed, unable to believe anything that my father could go up to this extent just to have me settle down.

, hoping to locate Larissa. Due to an unexpected twist, Charmaine ended up with Larissa's DNA after the bone marrow transplant. Ethan and Penelope were overjoyed. They preyed on this twist of fate by using Charmaine's DNA to access Athena's inheritance every year. As Ethan contemplated the situation, he couldn't help but find Henry suspicious. As the young master of the prestigious Huxley family in Jaedornia and the rightful heir to the Huxley Real Estate, his choice of Charmaine was an enigma.

“It was a coincidence. I happened to come to Richworth, and he knows my grandfather. I wanted him to take care of me, so I became his temporary assistant.” Blair nodded, not particularly concerned about that. “By the way, there’s something I want to ask about the Necro Poison.” “Go ahead.” “The poison’s hereditary...” Before Blair could finish, Eugenie interrupted him. “Hereditary? Who told you that the Necro Poison can be inherited?” Blair was stunned. “Are you saying that it can’t?” “Of course not!” ... Mable waited outside the office in the reception area. It was impossible not to be curious about what was happening inside the office. She checked the time and saw that it had been twenty m

I gulp at the sound of his voice, kicking my legs out as I scramble to sit up straight. He glances at me then at his children before nudging Connor’s arm out the way and stealing the popcorn bowl right out of his hands. And as he sinks into the chair right next to mine, he starts devouring it. I can’t help staring at him. He’s a god damn Alpha. My father went on and on about him and Aeron. About the damned treaty, about all of it. He spent hours with Lia, coaching her, moulding her into the kind of person that could hold her own against this family. If I’d paid better attention, then maybe I’d be in a better position than I am right now. Except, I was the runt, wasn’t I? No one expected me t