The Inheritance Games Kindle Novels & Stories

Isabella stood by the pool, watching him go, her heart aching. The will reading was held in the library. Isabella sat beside Sebastian, Lucas, and Lily in her lap, her mind still reeling from her conversation with Damien. The lawyer read from a document, his voice droning, the words blurring together. Sebastian inherited the estate. Damien inherited the company. Isabella inherited a trust fund she hadn't expected. "Grandfather wanted to take care of you," Sebastian said, as they walked back to the car. "He didn't even know me."

My eyes narrrowed. “Fourteen down,” Grandma said, her voice wobbling. “‘Inheritance.’ Eleven letters.” My head snapped toward her. She looked back at me with wide innocent eyes and I kicked the bed frame again. Nate filled in INHERITANCE without noticing anything. Grandma watched him write with desperate tenderness, her eyes going from his hands to my stomach and back, over and over. I just stared at the crossword until the letters blurred. Then Nate dropped his pen. It rolled off the tray and under Grandma’s bed.

I said, the words tasting like ash. "Do you know what it is?" he pressed, his voice a low thrum that vibrated in the quiet room. My mind flashed to before. My father's vague warning about a "secret inheritance" tied to my marriage to Enid. He’d never given details. I’d been too angry, too desperate to escape, to ask. I swallowed, my throat dry. "What other inheritance? It’s the one you’re sitting on." I gestured weakly at his chair, at the empire of Kane Global surrounding us. "That seat belongs to me. That’s what he promised, and you already have it."

But all he’d gotten was a bunch of information he couldn’t decipher. The only thing he fully understood were the sentences that ended the letter: “…It's only right that you also have the chance to fight for the Inheritance.You’ll be competing against your half-brother. May the best man win. You always were and always will be a Hunter.” Then a warning: “Do not show this to anyone.” Always a Hunter. Yeah, right. Scott ground his teeth. Fresh pain drained the warmth from his chest. He only joined the inheritance race because he figured he could get answers about his mother.

“He believed people are their truest selves under pressure. In a game. He designed one for us.” She held up the key. “There are others. He said if we find them all before the seventy-two hours are up, we unlock the ‘true inheritance.’ Something beyond the money.” Liam felt a prickle of unease. This was exactly the kind of convoluted game Arthur had loved. A test. Always a test. “And if we don’t?” Isabelle’s gaze was steady. “Then we get the money and go our separate ways, I suppose. Having proven his point—that we couldn’t see it through together.” She pocketed the key. “But I don’t like to lose.”

“Then why do you know my thoughts before I speak them?” My stomach twisted. He wasn’t wrong. “I buried you,” I hissed. “You buried the sin,” Dark Kael answered. “But the sinner continued walking.” I stumbled back like he slapped me. The Revenant spoke then, voice like thunder rolling through bone. “You deny inheritance. Yet you cannot deny blood.” “Inheritance of what?” I asked. The shadows shook. Then the Revenant smiled. “Of death.” Dark power pulsed around me, cold and frightening and familiar. It felt like a hand holding my heartbeat, squeezing until my ribs shook.

Janette’s eyes flicked toward Dean in confusion. Lucas, standing behind the line of officers, frowned. “What do you mean?” Dean glanced at Janette, then slowly circled around Liam and Janette, carefully not making any sudden moves. “There was never a paper will.” Liam blinked. “What?” Dean folded his hands behind his back. “There is an inheritance. Yes. But the proof of heirship… isn’t on paper.” He turned to Janette and gestured toward her. “It’s inked on skin.”