Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Inheritance Test Fanfiction

Dante drew on his gaze, as if trying to catch him in a lie, but Harry burst out giggling. “That was funny! I told you that I am not my brother's puppet, why would you even think that I would do his bidding for him?” “He is your older brother, the two of you get along fine, so I don't see any reason why you would want to get rid of him” “What if I tell you that he is not my father's child and does not deserve to sit on that throne in the first place” “He is a Lycan!” Dante refuted, and that word seemed like a trigger for Harry, who snarled at him.

Some girls inherit power. I inherited a warning label. Wolfless. Servant. Spare. I'm the adopted daughter Alpha Sebastian Corwin never wanted, grew up learning exactly what I was worth: nothing. While my "sister" trained to inherit an empire. Sent to Valez High Academy to carry his real daughter's luggage, swallow her insults and not disappear the moment she needs someone convenient to blame. Eighteen years old, and I still can't shift. Still can't summon a single spark of magic. Still nothing but the help wearing a Corwin last name like a costume that never fit. Valez High Academy was supposed to change that. Three years among the elite of the shadow world—vampires, witches, si

I take a step forward, “is a highly corrosive solution. A single drop of this will leave permanent scars.” Harper and Lily take a giant step backward. I lower my hand but still keep the vial out. “Don’t forget,” Lily snarls, “that I’m the Alpha King’s fiancée. Dealing with a half-breed like you would be child’s play.” “You and Harper truly are two of a kind,” I snicker, “you’re both thieves who rely on men to steal what doesn’t belong to you. Should I remind everyone that one of you was an adultress and the other is an illegitimate child? Hm? You stole my mother’s inheritance and squandered it for your own gain.”

"They'll inherit a mother who chose love over power. Who chose to build instead of destroy. Who chose to be human instead of becoming a monster." Hartwell stood up, panic creeping into his professional voice. "Mrs. Blackwood-Vaughn, please reconsider. If you refuse the inheritance, it goes to the next heir. Damien Blackwood. Even if he's in prison, even if he's convicted, the will is clear. Are you prepared to give him everything?" I stopped at the door, my hand on the brass handle. The metal was cold against my palm. "Then maybe that's what's supposed to happen."

Isabella stood by the pool, watching him go, her heart aching. The will reading was held in the library. Isabella sat beside Sebastian, Lucas, and Lily in her lap, her mind still reeling from her conversation with Damien. The lawyer read from a document, his voice droning, the words blurring together. Sebastian inherited the estate. Damien inherited the company. Isabella inherited a trust fund she hadn't expected. "Grandfather wanted to take care of you," Sebastian said, as they walked back to the car. "He didn't even know me."

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

His lips were like a fertility spell, almost impregnating her with a kiss. Alexa slapped her cheeks repeatedly, trying to snap out of her daze. It felt like her brain cells were in a chaotic fight, all confused and tangled. Aslan said he’d marry her. Wait. What? Why? Was it because of the inheritance or something? Maybe the inheritance really was his, just like in the novels where there's a specific time when it can be claimed. Maybe she needed to marry Aslan for it to be hers.

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

“For now.” Narrowing my eyes, I wonder how much he actually knows about my bloodline. After all, there’s no guarantee the child will inherit the gene, and that’s assuming it’s another girl. The magic is only passed from mother to daughter. Still, telling him that can’t help me: either he’ll decide to kill me now despite his filthy fantasies, or decide to indulge them for the few months he can before killing me.

“What’s there to be surprised about it? How can someone like her not show up at a time like this? She is such a greedy person and it’s a lot of money! How can she let it go?” Suddenly a sarcastic voice fell into my ears. I pulled back my thoughts and turned my head to look in the direction of the voice. Then, I saw, Harry, Mia’s son looking at me angrily. Harry had never treated me as his elder sister since we were young and now when I had become the biggest beneficiary of my grandfather’s will, I am not surprised to see him like this. But who cares! I don’t even give a damn about him! “In all those years, you didn’t come to see Grandpa even once and don’t care about him. However, now when i