The Inheritors Book Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to carry this alone. I’ll be there for you when you inherit.” The word rang out loud in my ears. Inherit. Jacob stiffened across the table, the change unmistakable now. His shoulders squared. His hands unclasped, fingers flexing once against the wood. I hadn’t realized how much that word mattered until that moment. Inherit didn’t mean money. It meant authority. It meant voice. It meant ownership of something that had never really belonged to me before. Adrian’s hand squeezed my knee again, a reminder. A claim.

I didn't sleep. Not because I was afraid, because I was thinking. The word Marcus had left behind lingered in the air like smoke in a sealed room. Inheritance. Not protection. Not legacy. Inheritance. There was a vital difference. Protection meant I was sheltered. Inheritance meant I was owed something. And in families like this, things that are "owed" always come with blood attached. By morning, the estate felt different. Quieter. Like the walls themselves were leaning in to listen.

For years she'd inherited secrets. Harbor. The estate. The Dickson name. Maybe it was time to leave behind something different. Something built from love instead of power. Outside, snow continued to fall. And somewhere in the pages of history, a forgotten woman named Eleanor was finally about to be remembered.

I look at her. "Why?" "Magic." She says it like the answer should be obvious. "Girls tend to inherit the magical bloodline more consistently. Boys can inherit it, but it's much less common." She pauses. "So if your mother was part witch..." I stare at her. "Then having a girl first actually makes sense." I think about it. She's right. My parents had me first. And now I'm having a girl. "It's strange." "What is?" "That I've spent my entire life thinking there was something unusual about me..."

I continued. Marti’s lips were pursed, she hesitated a small moment, her eyes searching to make so no one stood too close to us. “The Obsidian Circle.” She mumbled. “Blackthorn has this creepy secret society thing. Rich heirs, secret meetings, weird traditions. I guess they may just be rumors–the things I hear about them. But basically those you see with those rings and symbols are part of it.” She narrated. I think about it for a moment. Secret society? Maybe it was just some super exclusive elite club.

"Building a new organization." "I am calling my new organization The Inheritors," Lydia said, as if she had heard Lucas's comment. "We are the heirs of The Covenant's legacy. And we are going to finish what they started. The first step is eliminating the obstacles to rebuilding. That means you, Mary Hart."

Beside me, Lyra didn't shift; she vanished into a cloud of gravitational force. ​The Age of the Inheritors had begun, and the first lesson was a brutal one: Some contracts are signed in blood, but others are written in the stars—and the stars were coming to collect. ​

And he lets the bitterness hang in the air, for me to taste it too. Then he says plainly, “If Dan dies by your hand, everything he owns and controls makes you the inheritor. The structure recognizes blood and acts. It is written, hidden, but it is true. If he dies by someone else, it goes to dust. If he dies on his own, you get to inherit it. But won't it be fun if you take your destiny into your own hands than wait around for someone else to deliver it to you, just like he's always done all your life?” The room narrows around me. The file falls from my fingers and knocks on the floor. Paper flutters. The world tilts a degree and keeps going.

"Angelic, I am not sure about this, but, it was not possible to happen. Sometimes, one way to know the truth behind a mysterious crime was through ghosting. The victim asked for help, it could be visiting someone in his dream or invading his real world. What happend to Anika was mysterious, I had encountered cases where demonic possessions took place. And it was not possible that it could happened." The car was filled with silence, Angelic's mind was over occupied with thoughts and doubts. She does not know what to believe now, yet, all she knew, was she needed to saved her dad and she would risk everything to free him. In the hospital, they asked the book keeper to look for the record of Ma

“Then Marcus gets a Pyrrhic victory. He might get the inheritance, but he’ll lose the company. The board won’t follow him after this, they've seen who he really is.” After she hung up, Selene looked at Avalon. “Would it be okay If we lost the inheritance?” “Truthfully, I don’t know. That’s Pierce Holdings, everything Nene built and all I’ve protected for ten years.” “But would we be okay?” Avalon thought about that. “Yeah. We’d be okay. I have Nexus and I have enough money. We will survive.” “More than survive?” “Yeah. More than that.” Selene felt something release in her chest. She confirmed the inheritance mattered, but it wasn’t everything they were.