Inheritance Cycle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“And because you are the only one who can end the cycle.” My voice shook. “What cycle?” I demanded. My mother’s expression turned serious. “The cycle of control,” she said. “The cycle of blood. The cycle of power.” I swallowed hard. “And you want me to break it?” I asked. My mother nodded. “Yes,” she said. “But you have to understand something.” My heart raced. “What?” I asked. My mother’s eyes locked onto mine. “You were never meant to be the heir,” she said. My breath caught.

I say. “Your greetings aren't important because your father and I want to know when you’re going to give us grandpups,” she says with a small, playful smile but her eyes are serious. “You’re still an Alpha. Legacy matters.” I grit my teeth. “I’ll give you both an heir when I’m ready,” I mutter, not looking at her. The thought of creating a new life with Nicole makes my skin crawl. She leans in, resting a hand gently on my desk. “Sweetheart, I know losing Stacy and Liam broke you, but it’s time to live again.”

"But Elisa, here's what you don't know. Even though each host of the system only gets three swaps, the system passes on when the host dies. "If you push us too far, I'd rather die and let Poppy inherit the system. Then, she can keep swapping with you for the rest of your life. You'll never escape us." I smiled. "You really think I don't know anything? The inheritance is random. If you die, the system might end up with me instead." After she left in anger, my relaxed expression returned to how I truly felt inside. I was not as calm as I had looked. I had overlooked the fact that after her death, the system could pass to another woman with the Hart surname instead.

“Tell me the truth.” I hesitated and that was an answer enough. “History will not protect you anymore,” I said carefully. “Everything we have relied on, every precedent, every warning written in blood… it assumes repetition.” “And this?” she asked. “This is divergence,” I said. “The Old Ones never planned for inheritance through love, through choice.” She pressed her hands together, knuckles white. “So what happens now?” I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I told her the part that mattered most.

"I'm here to claim what's rightfully mine." My stomach dropped. "What are you talking about?" "The inheritance," she stated simply. "The family heirloom. It belonged to our father before it went to Catherine. And now that she's gone, it passes to the next rightful heir." "Which is me," I pointed out. "I'm her daughter." "Actually," Crystal countered, pulling a folder from her expensive handbag, "the terms of our father's will are very specific. The inheritance goes to his eldest surviving child. Since Catherine is deceased, that would be me."

He had a meeting with a client today, so he was scheduled to arrive at the office later than usual. I message Levy, proposing a meeting today to discuss the matter of inheritance. Ella and Darcus have managed to recover my squandered inheritance from the buyer Jeffrey sold it to. During our marriage, I had given Jeffrey authority over my assets, a decision that turned out to be disastrous. Being a dragon shifter, Levy is eligible to inherit half of the property my father and his father once shared.

Especially not about putting my hands on her for the wrong reasons. He sighed like he’d been holding the weight of the entire lineage on his damn back. “You know, I’m getting old, Damon. I don’t know how much time I have left.” I didn’t answer. He kept going. “Your cousins are already sniffing around the inheritance. You know how it works. All it takes is one of them getting a child first, and they’ll come for it. With lawyers. With drama.” “Don’t make ridiculous excuses,” I said, still staring at the elevator Sadie had disappeared into. “You know as well as I do—it’s easy to make a child. The hard part is being a good parent.”

“You’re your father’s heir!” “But I’m not the one inheriting. It’s Cain,” I reminded her. “But if your father had died before you married Cain, it would have been you.” I shook my head. “Then it would have gone to Carter.” “Before then!” “Then it would have likely gone to a council member until I found a mate, since my mother wouldn’t know how to do it alone, or it would have gone to my father’s beta,” I explained. “Oh, Goddess!” “I just… I don’t care about the gender, but what if—”

"Wasn't that the whole reason the Lycan King adopted Eleanor in the first place? Without the Frostfang pack's support, he'd just be another alpha, never the Lycan King. However, I heard the Frostfang pack has this tradition where the Luna can be 'inherited.' "When the father dies, the son claims her, and if the son dies, the grandson takes her. Who knows? Maybe Eleanor's already 'served' all three generations. That's absolutely vile." Eleanor's face turned deathly pale, her body trembling faintly. Ryan's expression darkened in an instant. In one swift motion, he grabbed the guest beside him by the throat.