The Inheritance Games Kindle Novels & Stories

They were all sitting in the living room, looking like they owned the place. “I want all of my mother's properties,” I demanded, trying to sound confident. My father sneered at me. “You have no right to request anything,” she spat. “You are just a disgraced daughter who's been in prison for three years. You are not even worthy of being called a member of this family.” I felt a surge of anger, but I tried to keep my cool. “I'm my mother's daughter,” I said, my voice firm. “And I deserve to inherit her properties. Including this house,”

And I saw the moment it clicked. “There it is.” I pointed at his face. “You remembered.” “Rowan…what is she talking about?” Verity looked up at the king. “A surviving alpha inherits the packs of their fathers.” “Bingo.” I smiled. “I’ll even bring you a cookie.” Verity smiled. “But everyone in your packs is dead.” “What’s your point?” I shook my head with a smile. “I still inherit the accounts, the contracts, the lands, the properties, and the title. And with the title comes what?”

My aunt, on the other hand, gave birth to eight sons. After that night with Andrew, I felt the inception of life in my womb. Chantelle, the so-called princess of Oberlin City, thought she could get her way every time because she was Andrew's only heiress. Now, she had competition.

said Hannah. Money. That was the answer to everything. They were selling me to another man in order to fill the pack’s bank account. After all, the pack was struggling with finances. They’d even spent my inheritance, the only thing I had left of my mother, to keep themselves afloat. The inheritance was supposed to be given to me for my own wedding and the life that followed. It was a substantial sum that came with a large amount of land. I suspected it had been used by my step-mother and her pack that had joined Blackwood.

"Sweetheart, you have an entire territory. The Blackthorne Pack controlled some of the richest forestland in the region. Your parents were wealthy, Seraphina. Very wealthy." My head spun as I tried to process this information. I'd grown up wearing hand-me-downs and eating scraps, believing I was nothing more than an unwanted burden. Now I was being told I was the heir to significant wealth and territory? "I don't understand," I said weakly. "If my parents had all that, why was I living in poverty with the Deltas?" Kane's expression darkened. "Because the Northern Alliance has been systematically looting your inheritance for seventeen years. They convinced the pack council that the assets nee

They couldn’t linger here too long, as others might beat them to it. Wars were raging in many places, forcing the younger generation to fight for their lives. If they succeeded, they could claim the inheritance in their respective areas; if they failed, they would walk away empty-handed. Although the final battle on the battlefield hadn’t yet taken place, everyone was doing their best to strengthen themselves so they could survive on the battlefield until the very end. That’s why this game—which shouldn’t have been so easy—now had to start all over again. “They’re really so passionate, hahahahaha! Such good young people, good… good… I hope you satisfy me more than anything else!” said the fi

Its base was adorned with a tiny, almost imperceptible etching: the same stylized crest of The Genesis Council. A pawn. In a game Alexander didn't fully understand, played by unseen hands. And Leo, his son, was the ultimate prize. The thought spurred a cold, terrifying resolve. He had been a player in their game for too long. Now, he would burn their chessboard if he had to, to get his son back.

Still, I forced a smile, clutching the folder to my chest as I left the office. As I stepped into the elevator, the weight of the folder felt like a victory. Finally, after weeks of planning and scheming, I had what I needed. The inheritance was within reach. The power was mine. This was my game now. And I wasn’t just playing to win—I was playing to destroy. Let the games begin.