The Inheritance Manhwa Novels & Stories

“I always felt like something was wrong. Those rituals... they felt like remembering, not learning.” Niamh offered a sad smile. “Because that is your memory inheritance. Every first-born female in our line receives the ancestral memories upon reaching adulthood. But it seems your lineage was fractured, so you only received fragments.” The giant shadow behind them let out a low rumble, but it sounded more like a curious hum than a roar of anger. Its silver eyes were fixed intently on Niamh. “We recognize your blood,” the shadow whispered. “The blood that refused to lock us away. The blood that sought to persuade.”

Tall. Dark-haired. Confident. Dangerously charming. Unfortunately, he knew it. Alex blamed Alicia. Alicia blamed Alex. Zara blamed genetics. Aiden blamed nobody because he enjoyed the benefits too much. The young man had somehow inherited Alex's looks and Alicia's stubbornness. A combination that should have been illegal. He was finishing his final year at Columbia University and had spent the last six months insisting he was too busy for relationships. Which was why Zara was currently behaving like she'd uncovered government secrets.

I rolled my eyes, acting annoyed. "Yess!!!!" he started jumping around the room excited. I decided to buy some books to read, it had been a while since I'd read something due to my hectic high school life. Mm, should buy some Korean novels for Jimin too, he'd finished all of them. I was starting to care for him, huh? Guessed it's the least I could do for giving me some company. Oh and some books about paranormal activities too, I really had to find a way to bring his soul or whatever back to his body. But...when and if I succeed, I could say I was gonna miss him, so badly. I heaved a sigh facing the excited lad who threw himself into my bed drained by all the jumping.

Darius didn’t want to break the kiss neither did she but their lack of air made their wants unfulfilled as they broke apart with smiles on their faces. “I guess I’ve grown to like you too.” She brought one of her brows up, tilting her head slightly. “You guess?” He laughed and kissed her once more. - “Thank you all for coming tonight. As you know whoever the Tyler family chooses must be able to have kids, we need heirs who will be able to continue our great legacy. So after dinner, the women will have a sample of their blood taken to be tested for fertility and the men will each get cups where they will place their sperm to test their fertility. I expect to have your cups tomorrow at 10. Now

Before Hongport take the position and destroying that kingdom. For Grant, it's had the same possibilities with revive the dead. "That's why I need her help. After all, she is my genius daughter." Suddenly, Grant laughed uncontrollably, "What? Hahaha. A prideful man like you need a help? Bah!" "She is the one who will inherit my title. So, I need to see her capability." "Wait. She will be your succesor? Not her husband?" Armano twisted his lip, "She doesn't want to marry."

Rian flipped over me, his face looking more stern and focused than normal and a slight toggle of his eyes told me his beast was fighting for dominance. "He doesn't like to be told we can't do something," Sebastian smiled from beside where he was propped up on his side, "he wants to own every piece of you." "Well you can't," I played with Rian's chest hair. "Why?" He inched closer to my forehead in challenge. "Because it's an Heir thing, not even my other siblings or Marcy have that privilege. Onyx would never allow it." Sebastian flashed out of the room as Rian whispered over my lips "A Stór, do you think I won’t claim it from him?"

I had been watching my 'future fiancé' for a little over a month and he was getting better and better. Thomas Conner, David Conner's heir, was my future fiancé by free and spontaneous pressure. He was somewhat immature, as he was always playing video games or going to strip clubs. He would be 30 years old, but his appearance is rather youthful, which makes me believe that he is going through some kind of mid-life crisis. I see him finally leaving the gym and laugh when I see his face with several bruises. I turn my attention away from him and focus on the man standing next to him, who is practically the image of a Greek god. He was much taller than George, making him practically disappear.

"Is gone. Its existence was tied to the hurt. The hurt isn't hurting anymore. What remains is... Nothing. Emptiness that is truly empty." Alexander fell to his knees, exhausted, hitting him like a wave. Beside him Kael did the same, his young face pale. His eyes shining with tired triumph. "Did we do it?" Kael asked. "Is it over?" The Architect's presence flickered, thinking. "The hurt is fixing. The Crucible is coming together. Your bond has shown that inheritance doesn't have to be a curse—it can be a gift, shared or kept." A pause. ". There are still pieces. Still broken places. Still those who want reality to stay divided who fear what being whole might cost them."

The shadows reacted instantly—flaring, darkening, rising higher as if to defend my claim. The stranger did not flinch. “Do you?” they asked softly. Images flashed through my mind—Riven thrown against the tree. Kael was nearly killed. The clearing torn apart by my eruption. Control. Or reaction? “The curse,” I said, forcing my voice steady. “What is it?” “It is inheritance without guidance,” the stranger replied. “Each generation grows stronger. Each generation loses more restraint.” My breathing quickened. “My grandmother was not devoured.” “No,” the stranger agreed. “She resisted.”

‘And why is that? He looks away as if he’s ashamed when we both know he has no reason to be. ‘Levi should be your heir. Levi will have pups…’ He replies. ‘So could you.’ ‘You know that’s not going to happen.’ He growls. I narrow my eyes. “Ryker is my heir and that is final.” I say out loud. He huffs but he doesn’t argue more. “What are we going to do about the Aurora Pack?” Khloe asks.