N K Jemisin The Inheritance Trilogy Novels & Stories

When they went out, Jemi went in search of Emma, she found her in the bathtub, foamy water up to her neck, looking into space, and Jemi squatted beside her holding her hand. "What going on?" Emma asked shakily. "Why do they want to kill you" "I don't know" Jemi replied "there should be a mistake somewhere, coincidence happens you know" "No, this isn't a coincidence, you're being hunted..." She was choking on a sob. "He killed Will, he killed her, now he wants you, he wants to kill..." Jemi silenced her sobs with a kiss on her knuckles, "it's going to be fine, the police are sorting it out, won't take long before everything gets normal"

Back then, it was him leading his pack and killing every last one of them. After one thousand years I've been informed that the prophecy of our tribes to rise from the ashes was to make her his mate, his woman. He had to marry the kind that had killed his family all these years ago. He had to take her back to his land and bring her to his palace. He had to rule with her and that was a truth none of them could foresee.

A penitent waiting for judgment. "Elena is missing her necklace," father began, and I felt the machinery of the trap sliding into place. "A very special one," Elena added, her voice trembling with the performance of fragility. "A family heirloom. From Grandmother. One of a kind." She flaunted the sentence. One of a kind. Chosen. Mine. I knew exactly which necklace. Gold filigree, delicate enough to look like it might shatter. Hers. Always hers. "I know the one you mean," I said carefully. "I've seen it on you many times."

Because there was something about her presence that made me feel a strong wave of paranoia. Daxton and I headed to the gates but kept them firmly locked. Our visitor didn't seem bothered by the security. If anything, she looked... pleased. Then, she spoke. Her voice was crisp and unnervingly clear when she spoke through the audio line. “I come with the moonstone... and a price." There was a long pause. Then she tilted her head, her smile widening just a little, as if she could see us through the walls. “I want to bear the child of the Tribrid Alpha."

A pressure cooker. But the true inheritance is not the money. That is the lure. The true inheritance is the understanding I will force upon them. I have hidden three keys. The first, to engage their minds in a shared purpose. The second, to symbolize the unlocking of their old prison. The third… the third unlocks this journal, which contains the final key to themselves.

"You never saw us as family at all. You just tricked us for the money, didn't you? The money's already yours. What more do you want?" All three of them looked heartbroken. I let out a soft scoff. "Is that so? Did you really give me the billion-dollar inheritance?" They seemed to want to look at each other, but they couldn't see one another. Orson said in anguish, "You signed the transfer agreement yourself. Why would you even ask that? I heard life at the orphanage wasn't easy for you. Did those three girls try to impersonate you or say something that made you misunderstand us? We're your real family. No matter what, we're more trustworthy than they are!"

I know her Undead side has not awakened yet, but after everything she has gone through at the hand of Davis, she is much stronger than I anticipated. I can tell Thea is close. I will not be able to win against her, which is why I am going to seal this journal so no one but a witch of my clan can read this. Considering how rare it is for a woman of my bloodline to be born, I do not fear having it fall into wrong hands. No one can find out about this. Now everything is up to Cornelia. She is the only one who can bring this to an end. I only pray she is ready for this.

"Listen, Sage. I am joining Onyx to be on the winning team. You can too, I mean I would rather be there than be in a world run by this bitch, that thinks she's all that." "Why are you doing this Gem? What about mom and dad?" Gem gave her sister a murderous look. "Mom and dad, really? They hid who we were from us, you think I give a damn about them. I denounce all of you as my family and friends. I want nothing to do with any of you, I will join Onyx to take over this world." Just then a portal opened up, with Onyx stepping out. He was dressed in green and gold armour, which seemed too small and tight for him.

It was an anomaly she couldn't explain, a hidden well of instinct that felt both terrifyingly alien and intimately familiar. Once she finished washing up, Seven dried off and packed her meager belongings into her duffel bag. She had no intention of lingering in the sprawling, cold mansion of Master Dark. Instead, she planned to retreat to the small, cramped apartment she rented in the city—a place she secretly funded and maintained just to have a sliver of space that felt entirely her own. She rarely stayed at the mansion unless explicitly ordered to do so. Despite the years she had spent operating within its walls, she was acutely aware of how little she knew about the true identities and h

I continued. Marti’s lips were pursed, she hesitated a small moment, her eyes searching to make so no one stood too close to us. “The Obsidian Circle.” She mumbled. “Blackthorn has this creepy secret society thing. Rich heirs, secret meetings, weird traditions. I guess they may just be rumors–the things I hear about them. But basically those you see with those rings and symbols are part of it.” She narrated. I think about it for a moment. Secret society? Maybe it was just some super exclusive elite club.