The Inheritance Games Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The air grew still between us, the sun warming the tops of our heads, the game long forgotten. “Also let me tell you - ” she cleared her throat, “our grandfather wasn't a straightforward man, he liked to play sick twisted games just for the fun of it, and even in his death he made sure those games kept on running even if it involved the lives of his grandchildren. That inheritance - the clauses to claim it - it has no end Cheryl, it might just be a ploy to keep Oliver married.” I didn’t know what to say. Not at first but her words had sliced something to me, I didn't know how to process it, I didn't know what to make of it so I stayed silent for the mean time.

Alive to carry a legacy she’d never asked for. She backed away from Rafael, from Lucien, from the room itself. Her voice cracked when it finally came out: “If he wants me to watch, then I’ll watch him burn first.” Lucien’s eyes followed her, torn between rage and fear. Rafael’s smile widened through the blood. “You see it now, don’t you? The game isn’t about survival. It’s about inheritance. And she’s already playing.” The chapter closes with Solene staring out into the ruined night, her fists clenched, whispering to herself more than to them:

“If Mila is not important, why are they after her?” “First, it was about the inheritance Tommen’s father left her. Edmund Knight was old-school—he believed that letting the three founders’ power pool together would destroy everything. So he wrote it into the deed: Mila’s inheritance, and yours, remain untouched unless both of you die without an heir. No exceptions. And without any… connection between you two it would have been fine, but now you are playing between sheets, that clause turned into a very dangerous game.” Killian met her eyes, jaw clenching. There was another depth to the fury, as it became clear it was not about my inheritance or Tommen’s struggle. Killian and I being together

“We have to fake it. Like, full-blown PDA, wedding bells, forever-and-ever kind of fake.” Brandon just stared, his brows raised and lips parted slightly. “Okay… but you have to tell me why?” I took a breath that felt like glass scraping my throat. “Because I need someone powerful to help me get my inheritance, that shit is my birth right and I need it for my revenge and also If your parents see those photos and you haven’t told them anything about us...” I hesitated, biting the inside of my cheek. “They’ll freak out. Maybe not today, maybe not right away, but eventually? Yeah. They’ll look at you different.”

I said , and she opened her mouth in shock. " What inheritance? my parents left me with nothing remember?" she said , and I laughed.. " And you believed that? you don't even know your father so well, he can never leave his only child with nothing"I said , and she tried to get herself together.. "You're eighteen now , so you can get ahold of the inheritance, so I want half of everything"I said , and she sighed.. " Okay.. "she said , and I smiled.. "You can be the prince personal minion , but you must stay away from him, am going to make him fall for me "I said , and she just stood there ..

I grin warmly at her, and the corner of her mouth twitches at me before she glances back to Canus and a stubborn cast returns to her face. Canus sighs his usual sigh. ‘It’s not just that. Your position as my de facto heir would also come into question.’ I frown. It’s the first I’ve heard of this. I never paid much attention to inheritance politics in my previous life—which, in retrospect, was dumb of me. Even before Scintilla and I came up with the plot to kill Canus, I never stopped to consider what might happen once the current Prince of London named Chryseus heir and made Canus into the prince of another city, nor what might happen after Canus decided to seek the eternal night. It’d all s

Gertrude snapped, reminding Fennick she knew that Elijah Herman was the one who inherited the Alpha blood and the title fair and square. Fennick's eyes blazed with fire as he looked her way and stomped back to his car with nothing to say. Or was he ashamed he hadn't truly inherited the Alpha title? Gabriel huffed in anger as he watched his uncle drive off dangerously toward the road. After he was sure his uncle was long gone he turned toward the others. His eyes fell on Lucy first. She wore pink shorts with a flimsy white T-shirt perfect for the hot weather. She looked amazing but her eyes were starting to tear up.

“Lexi, don’t. Just stay out of it. Mom told her she HAD to tell him about me before her inheritance is released to her. That was one of the terms of the inheritance. To get the full payout she had to be mated. Her parents set that up to keep her aunt’s hands out of it. A chosen mate may or may not be acceptable. I’m not sure. Mom put her foot down because she’s the trustee on the account. Mom told her she HAD to be honest with him. She’s not being forced to accept me, but she is being forced to be honest. The final choice is hers. If she rejects me and keeps him as a chosen mate she’ll still get her inheritance, but she can’t lie to her chosen mate about me.” “Is that why she’s so angry?”

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.

"While someone simply walks through the front door." Helena looked toward the journals then toward the younger woman. "You really were the one he expected." Althea shook her head immediately. "No." Her smile softened. "Not just me." She picked up Nicholas' drawing, holding it gently. "Our family." She stated. Helena looked confused. "Dominic inherited Alessandro's heart." Althea continued to explain. “Nicholas inherited his imagination. While I inherited, somehow, the way he observed." Silence. "Together..." She quipped, “we solve him."