Inheritance Book 4 Novels & Stories

Important things. I scanned the shelves again. Something was different. A book had been moved. The gap where it had been was still visible. I reached for it and pulled out a piece of parchment hidden between the pages. It was a warning. When the Queen of Blood awakens, the three heirs must return to where the blood began. I read it aloud. The room went silent. "The three heirs," Jax said slowly. "Who does that mean?" Salias looked at him. Then at Lucius. Then at me.

Lavinia asks. I nod, my eyes glued to the book. "What were you looking at?" I ask, gesturing at the closed cover. Lavinia hesitates, her eyes flickering to the book and then back to me. "It's nothing, dear. Just an old book I found in the forest. It's not important." But I can tell she's lying. There's a strange energy coming from the book, something that makes my skin crawl. I take a step closer, my eyes lingering on the ancient letters adorning the cover.

A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I put him down, hearing him growl for the first time. I stand here watching Brice as he plays, knowing he's more than enough for me to want to live for. I look over as a female walks over and hands me a plate of food that I take, before giving her a slight nod as she lowers her head to me with respect. I look around at everyone as they began to eat again. This is my home, my family, my pack. That's all guys, I hope you enjoyed the book, and thanks for all the love and support you all have shown, I really appreciate it.

I nearly crushed my phone in my hand. One photo after another flicked past my screen, and then I saw it: Serena Ashford’s necklace. That ruby pendant was our family’s heirloom. It had been passed down for more than a hundred generations, but now it was hanging around the neck of an outsider? I remembered it clearly. On Lila’s eighteenth birthday, I had placed it around her neck myself. My pulse thundered as I dialed the number for Lila’s university, words spilling out before I could stop myself. I demanded to know about her enrollment.

And why does it say daughters inherit it? Before she could turn the page again, the lamp on the desk flickered. The storm outside groaned like a beast. Then, clear as glass, a voice whispered: “The pact is not finished.” Olivia’s blood froze. She spun in the chair. The room was empty. The curtains swayed slightly, though the windows were shut. Her throat tightened. “Mom?” she said in a broken voice. No answer came. Only the thunder rolling over the house. Later that night, Olivia sat on her bed with the book still in her lap. Sleep would not come. She kept reading the entries, forcing herself to understand what she was holding.

“Ariana Sterling secures guardianship.” “Jackson Sterling, named heir of Robin Sterling’s business assets.” Elara’s stomach dropped. “What?” The head official adjusted his glasses. “As Robin’s only adult son, Jackson inherits controlling shares. As for you, Miss Sterling—you will receive inheritance upon reaching legal age.” Laughter rippled faintly. Felicia smirked behind her mother’s shoulder. Elara shot to her feet. “That’s theft! He wanted me to inherit—” Ariana’s gaze cut sharp as a knife. “Sit down, child.”

Or Harbor. Or influence. It was regret. And maybe that was the greatest inheritance he'd left behind. Not a fortune. Not a company. A warning. One Alicia intended to listen to. She reached for Alex's hand. He squeezed hers immediately. No words needed. Outside, snow continued falling over the estate. And somewhere, Alicia hoped, Henry Dickson had finally found peace beside the woman he never stopped loving.

A fragment of family, of meaning. But what she found was far more than origin—it was inheritance. Legacy. Magic. And the bone-deep weight of a buried war that had never truly ended. With trembling hands, she returned the Book of Beasts to its pedestal, feeling its reluctant parting like a thread being severed. Dust still veiled most of the archive; time itself seemed to hang in layers across every forgotten tome and crumbling scroll. The silence wasn’t absence—it was memory. Dense. Watching.

Her father's legal advisor gave it to her before they went back to Von Heinlein's estate. "Hmmm... Is this book contains about the secret inheritance Erella's father gave her?" She murmured and felt a little greedy when she thought about the inheritance Erella might have. "I hope it contains a lot of amount of money so I can do some business about it." She grinned then excitedly opened it. But to her dismay, it was not Erella's inheritance. "Father's diary?" She uttered.

On my twenty-ninth birthday, I was supposed to be formally announced as the next head of the Ashford family. But before the charity gala began, my mother fed my succession speech into the shredder and replaced it with a written pledge to my sister. "Lydia hasn't had an easy time since the wedding. Announce in public that you're giving her the Harbor Hotel. Think of it as backing her up." It was the first property my grandmother had left me, and the only project I had been allowed to run on my own in eight years. I asked my mother, "And if I'm not willing?" My father looked at me coldly. "Don't forget, you'll inherit all of Ashford one day. She only has us." They had always used the inh