Inheritance Cycle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about? The contract was for a year. That was the deal." "The year was the timeline for the public," Ethan said, taking a step closer until the heat from his body was a physical pressure against her. "But the inheritance only triggers if there is a legacy. A bloodline." Maya’s breath hitched. "A child? You’re talking about a child?"

“Then Marcus gets a Pyrrhic victory. He might get the inheritance, but he’ll lose the company. The board won’t follow him after this, they've seen who he really is.” After she hung up, Selene looked at Avalon. “Would it be okay If we lost the inheritance?” “Truthfully, I don’t know. That’s Pierce Holdings, everything Nene built and all I’ve protected for ten years.” “But would we be okay?” Avalon thought about that. “Yeah. We’d be okay. I have Nexus and I have enough money. We will survive.” “More than survive?” “Yeah. More than that.” Selene felt something release in her chest. She confirmed the inheritance mattered, but it wasn’t everything they were.

“She’s my mate. Cassandra all but confirmed it. If what she says is true, then it will fix everything.” “You don’t sound sure.” Aeron says. I let out a snarl, and suddenly I’m on my feet. “I don’t know if it’s the curse or what, but I feel conflicted. I feel like…” My words die as that haze takes me again. “Ad?” Cain says leaning forward, scrutinising me even more. “This will fix it.” I say. “Having a Mating Ceremony and officially announcing Lia as my Luna will fix it.” They both exchange looks, and Aeron opens his mouth to argue but I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear anything.

“Just don’t let her forget that we have a family dinner this week.” “I won’t.” Ella nodded once, then turned and walked away, oblivious to the fact that Vera had been kidnapped. I had lied for one very simple reason: Ella did not know. She couldn’t. From the very moment she was born, she was never meant to. Father had drawn the line clearly between his inheritance. It was Cassian and I, to be the heirs of the main empire, both the shadow empire and the fully dark. We had both been initiated young, dragged into a world that most people would never survive.

"It’s not about birth order. The prophecy speaks of a chosen one—someone born under a specific set of stars, destined to either break the cycle or perpetuate it." "And you think that’s you?" I nodded, though doubt still gnawed at me. "I’ve always known there was something different about me. The way the pack treated me, the whispers behind closed doors… they were all afraid. Afraid of what I might become." "But what exactly is this cycle?" Rowan asked, his voice tense. "What are we really up against?" I flipped through the pages, my eyes scanning the old script. "The cycle is a curse, a loop of endless conflict between our pack and those who seek to destroy us.

Asher’s voice cut in, steady: “We’ll do whatever’s required. I’ve always told you—use me as you wish.” Guilt twanged inside me. Zephyr added, “One more detail: if you fail, everything reverts to your cousin—Jessica. She’s already married.” My stomach dropped. Jessica, who wanted everything I had, who would gloat for decades—no. No way. Zephyr quoted the final clause: “If Liliana is not married by the time she turns twenty‑six, her entire inheritance transfers to her cousin Jessica, including the forest estate.” My birthday—next month. I met Asher’s gaze; determination sharpened his features, as though vowing to battle beside me. I drew a breath.

No one ever stood up to me, and while it usually turned me on when she did it, right now it just annoyed me. “It doesn’t make sense for me to do this on purpose. My job was supposed to be to hand you over to Damien. How does getting pregnant help with that? Explain the motivation behind that.” I didn’t have any theories. It really made no sense for her to do that. But then an idea struck me. “Inheritance.” My eyes narrowed on her with a new sense of rage. “I die, and then our child gets everything. Which means you get everything.” The hatred on her face matched mine. “I don’t want your money, Cato. I’ve never wanted your money, and I’ll never want it.”

Eleanor whispered carefully: “What happened to her?” Pain detonated through the bond instantly. Not sudden pain. Ancient. Still bleeding. Alaric’s eyes lowered. “She died protecting me from the inheritance.” The chamber went still. Gods. No wonder fatherhood terrified him. The cycle repeated endlessly inside this family: love, fear, sacrifice, grief. Eleanor held him tighter immediately. “You are not doomed to repeat every tragedy you inherited.” The words hit him hard enough to shake the bond. Because some part of him genuinely believed he was.

To make her mine in every way that mattered. But underneath that primal recognition was something else. Suspicion. Because mate bonds didn't form this fast. This completely. Not without reason. I'd looked at her, this beautiful, broken woman who'd somehow survived death, and I'd known. She was the Cycle-born. The one my father's pact had been designed to find. And I had a choice to make. Turn her away and hope Lycaon never found her. Keep her close and use her to draw out the enemy. Or reject the bond entirely and deal with the consequences.