The Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

“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.”

She watched me, her expression slowly changing. “Money. We take it all. Or do we kill them? Kill my mother and my father.” “What about your inheritance?” The inheritance was from my mother’s side. My grandparents from my mother’s side were wealthy, and I was their only grandchild they liked. They left me every single cent, about five hundred million. “That inheritance won’t do us any good if we are dead,” I muttered. “Besides, we don’t need that money. We have an arrangement with Don.

“The stakes here are not fair.” “How is it not fair? You keep telling me to leave you alone even though your body doesn’t think so. Now I’m giving you a chance to actually make me leave you alone. All you have to do is choose any game of your choice and win.” Dominique is calm as he watches me intently. “You know, you’re at a more advantage here. You get to choose the game and it could be anything you want. Chess, pool, whatever you want.”

Zephyra glares at him, her pink lips pouting as her blue eyes shoot daggers from across the table. “Just like in previous games, our actions will be scored by the other 6 Legacies based on a simple point system. The winner at the end of the year gets to plan the game for our next legacy council, keys to the legacy villa in St. Martin, and the 1 million dollar scholarship to whichever university they want. Any questions?” Everyone around the table nods in agreement. Not a single hand is raised to question this decision. I shuffle the cards one last time and set them one by one around the table. Once I’m seated, we all flip our cards.

No wonder Dean was so busy. They don’t really have a problem of letting Bryan handle everything but Dean just wants to do it hands-on, after all, it was still his duty as a member of the King family. And it’s already been guaranteed that he and his brother, Dylan would inherit the farm in the future so might as well get familiar with it. But he and his brother have no issue at all about Bryan managing or having the control over it, their Uncles feel the same too but Bryan always reminded them that he himself was not a King so he will definitely step back if ever Dylan or Dean wants it.

It seemed that the uncle he had beaten up earlier still had the energy to scream like before. He turned to Eddie's parents, his voice pleading. "Please, you have to understand. We didn't mean to hurt Luna. We just wanted a fair share of the inheritance." Eddie's father looked at him coldly. "The inheritance is not a game," he said. "It's a responsibility. And only the heir who can prove themselves worthy is chosen." Eddie's uncle looked at him with desperation. "But I can prove myself worthy," he said. "Just give me a chance."

Giving his brother an are-you-dumb look, Tyler answered, "How should I know?" "He must want something... Why else would he start showing his face now, after two years of vanishing like that." Jack said, leaning back in his seat. "But what?" "Whatever it is, it shouldn't be our father's wealth or the inheritance," Austin said as his eyes darkened. "If he dares to forget his place again, we will just have to remind him exactly who he is." "Well, I think the Carters would teach him his place before we can even do, now that he dares to disrespect them like that," Jeff said.

Scott, warned. Seeing how her own lawyers had forced her down to her seat, Cassandra held her tongue in the next few minutes. When everyone was ready, Gabrielle's attorneys covered the reason for their meeting. "We are here today to negotiate Gabrielle Taylor's inheritance," said Mr. Scott. "Remember that in Braeton, forced inheritance is in place. And our client, Gabrielle Taylor, is the daughter of both Genevieve and Oliver Taylor. Yet, she has been denied out of her own house by her aunt, Cassandra Taylor."

But then again, he didn't have expert knowledge on the recent happenings, so he was forced to agree. “They’re calling it Luna’s Wrath,” he continued. “They’re wrong.” A chill slid down my spine. “Then what is it?” Rael stepped closer, voice dropping. “Inheritance.” The word struck harder than any accusation. I laughed once. It was sharp, brittle. “I don’t come from anyone important” He keeps forgetting I'm an orphan. “You don’t know where you come from,” he corrected. The room trembled. Not physically, but inside me. The light flared in response, climbing my arms in thin silver veins.

"Why Isabella?" Callum leaned forward. "What draws you to Chloe?" Isabella's gaze swept over her ancient clansmen. A thousand years of immortality had left them desperate for entertainment, and The Games, well, perhaps second only to the annual Bloodlust Gala, provided rare excitement. "There's something in her eyes," she replied. "A warrior's spirit." Callum smirked. "She won't survive the first round." All eyes turned to the massive screen displaying the contestants.