The Inheritance Games Book 5 Novels & Stories

Although his gaze froze, it was only for a fraction of a minute and was missed by the two people in the room due to their own state of mind, Leal, out of helplessness and Wilkin, out of excitement mixed with grievance. “Fifth young master” Leal whispered, “Second young master does not remember anyone or anything from the past.” Although Wilkin was the fourth in their order of birth and the brothers called out to each other acknowledging this, the shadow guards of the duchy called out in their order of inheritance, making Jerome who was the fifth by birth, the second in line for inheritance after Alex. “What???” Wilkin’s eyes widened as his gaze filled with disappointment and muttered “Not ev

Miles glanced down at the black box on his mother's lap. Somewhat intrigued, I watched Mrs. Falco unlock the old and rusty lock. The well-dressed matriarch opened the mysterious black box. What could be inside? "Found this in one of Ricchar's shelves." Mrs. Falco's smile curved her full lips and deep-set hazel eyes. Obviously, Miles inherited his slightly feminine features from her. "Most of the antiques in the study are from our old house in Venezia, so, I recognized the box immediately."

The lawyer brought a scroll containing Aron’s neat handwriting and his promises to his children. “Is everyone complete?” the lawyer scanned his eyes across the room. He was the only one who had no seat. The brothers were too cruel to give him one— too serious, too grim. “Yes,” Cataleia replied on behalf of them. The topic of inheritance lay heavy in the room. The atmosphere was heavy and insufferable, and she wanted so badly to get out of that room. Even Ares’s eyes showed no light at the moment. ‘To whom would the pack belong to?’ they surmised deeply.

Standing in her place was a breathtaking, regal woman draped in flowing green silk and diamonds. ​Julian stepped up directly behind her in the mirror reflection. His broad hands rested firmly on her bare shoulders, his stormy gray eyes meeting hers in the glass. ​"Never let them see you hesitate," Julian whispered against her ear, his thumb tracing the diamond clasp at her throat. "You are Arthur Harrington’s true blood. Tomorrow, they will try to tear you down, but they have to go through me first." ​Before Maya could reply, a harsh, siren-like chime blared from the command console in the corner of the suite. The red emergency indicator on Julian’s encrypted tablet began flashing franticall

I said slowly, “I am working with his base.” “Yes.” The newborn god nodded once. “Your alignment may be activating the original design.” The words settled heavily. “So this is not about jealousy,” I said softly. “No,” Death replied. “It is about inheritance.” Kieran’s voice grew sharp. “She is not his heir.” “Not by choice,” Death said. The ancient signature spread another layer through the structure. I felt it reaching toward the succession decree. “It is reassembling,” the newborn god whispered. “How?” I asked.

Well, he probably didn't care much about an unborn kid a thousand years in the future. Anyway, after the blond-boys hunt ended, one of the last ones with orange eyes started a rebellion using the large poor communities from where he came. He founded a new republic called Castela in the north of the island. And died a few days after the founding of the new kingdom. Then a boy said to be the heir of the hero "Arthur" assumed the throne. The End! Really, only the first paragraph of this book is worth reading. The rest of this book talks only about politics.

Like how she was going to win a challenge that no one wanted her to win. - End Of Chapter 6: Damaged & Secret -

Caitlin handed him back the goblet, stepped forward, knelt, and inserted her key into the small lock on the chest. It turned with a little click, and slowly, she opened the heavy lid. Inside, nestled amidst piles of jewels, was a second chest, with an even smaller lock. Caitlin was puzzled. “I’m sorry,” Caitlin said. “This is the only key I have.” The man shook his head. “You also have another key.” Caitlin racked her brain, but had no idea what he was talking about. He pointed at her neck. She reached down, and suddenly remembered the antique, silver cross she wore. Could that be it?

After saying that, she looked up and said in an icy tone, “I’m curious. Mr. Carter, why do you want to kill me?” Ben smiled and pursed his lips tightly. He obviously was not willing to answer. Since he did not want to talk, she could do it. Harmonia’s expression turned cold, and her beautiful face exuded an air of coldness as she said, “My grandfather has an unresolved and substantial inheritance explicitly designed for his direct descendants. However, the heir to this inheritance had yet to appear. However, a woman driving a Lamborghini finally came to claim the inheritance that day. You knew that all the villas in Area 1 belong to my grandfather.”

Her grandmother had always been secretive about the book, even before this nightmare began. --- Evelyn’s Confession That evening, Anna confronted her grandmother in her quarters. Evelyn sat by the fireplace, her gaze distant, as if she were expecting the conversation. “Grandma,” Anna began, holding the book. “Where did this come from? Why do we have it?” Evelyn sighed, motioning for Anna to sit. “The Reflection Game is a legacy, Anna. Our family has been its keeper for centuries. It was entrusted to us by the last of the Seven Immortals.”