Harry Potter Fanfiction Inheritance Test Novels & Stories

The cold wound through him, a creeping frost tugging at the edges of his existence, wanting to pull him apart, so he stared hard at her, stared into her eyes, feeling reality harden around him, anchoring him. “Dad didn’t leave me an inheritance,” Cedric said. “He left me a final test. He knew I would never planned to marry and settle down, never have a son. That’s what he wanted for Vincent, not me. This was his way of denying me, because he always denied me.” Cedric gritted his teeth. “Did you know that you were intended for Vincent? That’s why I chose you, Anna. It wasn’t because you were intended for me. You were intended for my brother all along, and I have the inheritance because my fat

Harry crosses his arms and clears his throat. “Excuse me?” He demands. Cam looks at him innocently. “What?” she asks sweetly. “Have you been experimenting with untested potions on me?” He asks. I can’t tell if he’s mad or not, his tone gives nothing away. Cam just smirks. “Nah, I test them out on the other Incubus who follows me around. No big deal.” She says casually. I notice Harry tense up. Interesting. As an Incubus he’s not usually prone to jealousy. This should be interesting.

And he lets the bitterness hang in the air, for me to taste it too. Then he says plainly, “If Dan dies by your hand, everything he owns and controls makes you the inheritor. The structure recognizes blood and acts. It is written, hidden, but it is true. If he dies by someone else, it goes to dust. If he dies on his own, you get to inherit it. But won't it be fun if you take your destiny into your own hands than wait around for someone else to deliver it to you, just like he's always done all your life?” The room narrows around me. The file falls from my fingers and knocks on the floor. Paper flutters. The world tilts a degree and keeps going.

"No waiting. The Order's deadline is crap; we fight it. Remember the clause in your father's will? It mentions 'voluntary union.' Force them to prove coercion invalidates it." His voice was steady, grounding. "As for solutions: Rally the suitors. United front. I'll call Julian and the others. We expose Ma Felicia's forgeries publicly—town hall meeting tomorrow?" "Risky, but maybe. And the hidden heir—Damien, the ledger shows Father had another child. Could be Shay." Silence. "What? That changes everything. If Shay's blood, the marriage... incest? No, wait—not if it's half-sibling or something. We need DNA tests."

For a moment, Harry's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered and agreed. He had spent seven years carefully setting a trap and playing his part, enduring everything. In the end, he got nothing. That was why he had gone mad, colluded with his female friend to destroy me in the cruelest way ever, and driven my parents to desperation so he could claim everything he had coveted. There was no way I was going to let him get away with it. A mudball should stay in the bottomless swamp where it belonged.

Because then, how did I find out? I can’t exactly tell her I used my werewolf abilities and spied on her, then I eavesdropped on her conversation. That sounded weird, even to me. It didn't make me feel guilty that I did any of it. My overthinking was what made me consider a DNA test. If I’m going to do what I have planned next, then I need to make sure that the child she is carrying is my heir. I explain this to Owen and he nods, agreeing with him.

"I'll make sure of that." I forced myself to stand still until he finally released me, fighting the urge to wipe my hands on my dress. "As a gesture of my goodwill," he said, stepping back with that cheshire cat-like smile returning, "I should warn you that the first test will be physically challenging. You shouldn't relax too much during your preparation time. If you'd like, I can provide some enhancement potions to help you perform better." The offer felt wrong somehow, like there were strings attached that I couldn't see. But I shook my head quickly. "Thank you, but I'll manage on my own."

I say, seeing which papers that idiot was looking at. "I'm not a peeper". Speaks sitting in the chair facing my desk. "I just don't understand why you feel so much hatred for him". "Don't you understand?" I ask louder, not believing what I had just heard. "You are the daughter and heiress of businessmen, fairy tales don't exist for any of us". She answers seriously. "You should be happy because he's young, he's hot, and you have an overwhelming chemistry. I'm still recovering from what I saw". She says, shaking herself with a smile.

She rubbed her temples, "Even though I grew up in the family, I'm not my dad's real daughter. Madeline poisoned my dad and did other evil things. She's bound to end up in jail for the rest of her life. She can't get married or have children. And I don't want Madeline to get married. Any man who marries Madeline is ruining his life. But Madeline has to leave an heir to the family. I have no choice." Hunter showed a complicated look in his eyes. "Actually, you feel guilty if you or your kids inherit everything from the family because you are not Harry's daughter. Am I right?" Sydney looked up at Hunter. Her lips parted. After quite a while, she admitted, "Yes, you're right. I don't like to tak

"You gave up your Sovereign Sight to enter the circle. You are just a debtor now. And as your father’s heir, his 'Outstanding Balance' has defaulted to you." “Ting.” The sound was muffled, as if it were coming from deep underground. Task Thirty-Five: The Inheritance. To leave this house with your son, you must prove that the 'Vance' lineage is worth more than its debts. You must find one memory in this room that isn't owned by the Shop. If you find a single moment of pure, unbought love, the Audit fails. If you cannot, Cian becomes the new Ledger-Keeper. I looked around the room in despair. My father’s life had been a transaction. He had sold my mother’s jewelry, my sister’s happiness, and m