Libby Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

Lucas saw tears appearing in his grandfather’s eyes, threatening to spill. “After the war, Seth needed a Gamma that knew how to fight and his had died in the war, so he forced me to take the position. I didn’t want to work with this monster, but he had made up his mind. So, he kidnapped Louise, my mate, and put her in prison. Every time he wanted me to do something, he would bring me down to see her, and he would torture her until I broke and would do everything he asked. I felt her pain, her desperation, I would do anything to make it stop.”

I asked, taking inventory of the cart. "I had to go to town to pick up a shipment of supplies for the Luna Games. It's gonna be a bloodbath this year. I can feel it in my bones." "The Luna Games? Someone activated the Luna Games?" "Yup!" "Who?" "He's sitting right in front of you." I turned my heated gaze onto Alpha Harvey.

“If Silver scribes had the guts to make up lies this dull I’d clap for them.” He shut up. He was wise. I tapped the page again. There was a bloodline note. It said "Dormant”. It said "Activation clause”. It said "Inheritance anomaly”. Those are the kind of words that start wars. End dynasties. Lyra didn’t know. That was the part. All that growling. All that. Hands on her belly like she was guarding gold. She didn’t know what she had. Not all of it. Not the old part.

“With you traveling so much, I was hoping you had learned this game as well.” Gabe moved to the little group, stopping beside the governor’s daughter. “Good day, Lady Sarah,” he greeted with a smile and a bow. “And a good day to you, Mr. Lawrence.” She curtsied. “My uncle tells me you are having a problem remembering the game.” She laughed lightly. “I must admit, I cannot recall exactly how to play, but it was very enjoyable.” “Do you remember who you have played this game with?” She nodded. “Actually, yes. I was with Emiline…er, I mean Miss Emmie and she taught me…um…”

My arrow hit just outside the center—a good shot, but not good enough to beat Lucy. As I stepped back, I noticed Miriam and Lucy huddled together, whispering. My stomach churned. On her final shot, Miriam deliberately aimed slightly off-center, lowering her score just enough to push Lucy ahead of me. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut: they were working together. Lucy’s triumphant smile was unbearable as Lady Regina announced her as the winner of the first game. My hands clenched into fists, but I forced myself to stay composed. There were still two games left, and I wasn’t about to let them win without a fight.

Vera seemed startled, suddenly unable to speak. Robin Levi had never argued with her in all these years, never raised his voice at her like this. Now he dared to yell at her like that, clearly angry. It took a long time before Vera stammered in reply: “Ah… your grandfather died, didn't he need a funeral? Your mom and dad were so busy that they forgot to let you know.." Robin Levi shouted again: “Mom! Can't you make up a story like that? Do you think I'm still three years old, so you can fool me by making up stories?" Vera now did not hide it anymore, but said straight: "He's dead anyway, I won't be able to see him for the last time, so why bother me? Now I'm telling you to go home because I

she said simply. I felt my whole world evaporate. “What did you say?” “I’m sorry but it didn’t work. She is not a full lycan, if she were, her blood would be activated and so would the healing properties. I’m sorry.” I stood to my feet. Only one thought echoed in my head, I’m going to die. Zaphri won. “It’s over then,” I muttered. She sighed. “There is another way to activate the healing properties in her blood. But it is a long shot.”

“And oh, I forgot to mention. The treaty specifically stipulates that I'm forbidden to have any family. At all. So, Calian is probably going to come for you now. Right now, they think you are my sister. My blood. That makes you an heir that isn't supposed to exist.” “Why is that against the rules? An heir… .” “Shitty old people, making shitty decisions. Point is, if there is one, people will come for it… in this case…you.” Troy stares at him. Did he really just put her in this predicament? Did he seriously not care if she died? “So… you said that so they will get rid of me?” “Not exactly.” “You're really… evil. What did I even obsess about? This?!” she yells at him, shoving him hard on the c

she said, her voice shaking. Tom stood up and walked around his desk. He put a hand on Scarlett's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Scarlett. I wish things could be different, but they're not. You need to move on." Scarlett felt a lump in her throat. She couldn't believe that Tom was being so cold-hearted. She had always respected him and looked up to him, but now she felt betrayed. She turned around and walked out of the clubhouse, tears streaming down her face. Damian’s POV

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”