The Inheritance Manga の小説・ストーリー

“Just… let someone in next time, okay?” I didn’t answer. He didn’t push. Once he was gone, I forced myself to eat, showered, and sat back down on my bed with a towel around my shoulders, staring blankly at the bottle again. It was empty now. The hangover was receding, but my chest felt no lighter. I told myself again… No more Ronan. The days ahead would change everything. In a few more nights, I would undergo my first Inheritance Ceremony… a sacred rite that would awaken parts of my bloodline, strengthen my magic, and maybe, finally… give me answers about my mother. About where I came from.

Haha. Kiri: Hah.. stop joking around. I'm not doing this because I want to. Hmph. ( She really is cute. This side of her) Ban: I feel left out for a while there. So what do you want me to inherit and what legacy are you talking about? Lord Drago: Each lord has their own master class arts and the members of their Familia inherit their teachings and if one day the lord dies a member chosen from within the Familia will take over.

he huffed, before turning to leave. His words dropped like a bomb, causing my eyes to widen in surprise. I had forgotten all about the alpha I was promised to. “You can’t do that,” I yelled at his disappearing figure. Tears pooling at the corners of my eyes. “I have a mate. I can’t marry someone else. You’re going against ancestral laws,” I let out, my voice breaking with every word. I watched as my grandfather paused in his steps. His back still facing me as he let out, “One day you’ll understand why I do the things I I do.”

Gaspare continued watching me with that same half-smile. The broken glass cut into my palm. The blood flowing from my hand pulled my crumbling sanity back from the edge. I dropped the bottle. Gaspare nodded with satisfaction. "I knew you'd be more sensible than she was." … After that day, I stopped resisting. I accepted every arrangement Gaspare made for me. I was just a fake heiress with a borrowed name in the Toscano family, so trying to take down Gaspare on my own was impossible. I had no power, no resources.

“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about. There’s not another dragon, probably not another supe, who would have said something like that except you, Iniko. “What can I say, Raina? I’m just that awesome,” I say. “Yes, you are! I’m glad you’re related to me. It makes me feel better about myself,” she says. I laugh. “As if you’re not amazing in your own right. You’re an incredible dragon. Look at how you manipulate the elements.” “That’s genetics and birthright. You’re a kind, gentle soul because it’s who you are, Iniko,” she says. “Whatever. Did you want to go against me in air class again tomorrow?” I ask, grinning.

If she left Green Jade Garden, was there any other place that would accept her? Obviously, of the heirs in Green Jade Garden, although Marissa had the most authority, Grandma Richards did announce the inheritance that she gave to Jenna. Even Hansen himself did not have a share, much less Aria. Even if Marissa didn't like her, the inheritance that Jenna received was final and no one could change Grandma Richard's decision. If Jenna wanted to drive away a little servant, it was totally possible.

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.

“Oh my God, you two...” “QUIET!” Kyara cut in sharply. “You pulled Mikaela’s hair. YOU PULLED HER HAIR. And then you and Pascha vanished?! No updates!” Despite the fog still clouding my head, I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I’ll tell you... later. I swear.” Aurora narrowed her eyes. “That’s a very suspicious sentence.” “I just... I need to talk about something first.” I looked at the screen, and the weight in my chest lightened just from seeing their faces. “It’s about inheritance...From my dad. He left everything to me.”

The pull inside my chest had intensified, no longer vague, no longer distant. He was not just watching. He was preparing. And worse than that, I knew with chilling certainty— He knew exactly who I was. The forest shifted softly around us, indifferent to the weight settling in my chest. The path ahead had changed, even if the destination had not. This was no longer about Rowan’s remnants. This was about inheritance. And somewhere beyond the trees, the Heir was laying claim. Not with war. But with patience.

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.