The Inheritors Book Novels & Stories

I looked back at Dante and Rocco, their eyes burning with need, with possession, with love. Then I walked. Down the stairs. Into the hub. The retinal scanner waited cold blue light pulsing. Eighteen hours. One scan. One heir. And when I emerged alive or dead would they still be waiting? Or would the legacy claim me first? The scanner hummed to life. A voice Alexei’s recorded voice echoed from hidden speakers: “Welcome, heir. Scan to inherit. Or refuse and all will burn.” Behind me, the door hissed shut. Locked.

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.

I was done talking. Days had passed since that night, and the tension between us was still thick in the air. Eugene sat at the table, her eyes red and swollen, still looking like she hadn’t slept properly. She clutched that damn box of baby shoes in her hands like it was some kind of lifeline, a reminder of the future she wanted. It irritated me. It was like she still thought I’d feel something other than rage.

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,”

As the wall was down between them, they began loving each other the way they wanted to do it. The Alexander Project was going well and Lexingtons were almost back to their original glory, but the effects of the previous damage were still visible. The war for inheritance was on. Maria, Ryan, Camelia, Aunts, Uncles and Henry Lexington were out of the fight. There were only two possible inheritors. Rowan and Sara. Sara had worked diligently and she was in favor with Grandfather Magnus who trusted her more now. Sara had made sure that Silas never came face to face with her family again. She had tried her best to protect him in her own way.

Trinity inquired disgust laced in her tone like the very people she was talking about weren't her family. "It was what your grandfather wanted." Amoy's sister scoffs. "Why on earth would he want that?" "As you know the Tyler organisation has been in this family for four generations and I intend to make it five. So with that being said, my grandchildren will have the chance to inherit the business." Everyone began talking shocked and angry. "You're skipping a whole generation, mother." William's sister Paula states.

“We inherit her network’s holdings.” “We inherit her network’s holdings. Davyn worked it out yesterday. Most of what she built, she built quietly under healer’s privacy, with no formal will, no public heirs. The council will rule, but the Ashwood pack is the obvious inheritor since she destroyed it to build it. The land she killed your mother for, Brynn. Comes back to you.” She was quiet a long time. “That is, “ she said finally. “That is a strange final gift.” “It is.”

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

I kept going. The section on inheritance took up four pages. It covered Blackwood assets, family holdings, provisions connected to Damien’s position as CEO, succession planning tied to the marriage. I read it carefully and most of it washed over me the way legal language does when you are not a lawyer and the sentences are structured to be technically clear but practically impenetrable. And then I found the heir clause. It was not hidden. It was right there in plain language in a way that suggested whoever wrote this contract had decided that clarity on this particular point was more important than softening the language.

The siblings believing this since his strategy had led to victory the last time gathered their troops and staged a full-scale invasion of the winter court, it would be their first and last mistake, for in truth detok had planned to use them as sacrifices, for their father. Refrot cam out in all his glory, laying waste to their armies, fatally injuring the siblings, in time to see one of his long-forgotten offspring silently slitting his siblings’ throats and offering a silent prayer to him, and for the first time in a millennium refrot smiled, this fey, this forgotten and abandoned offspring of his whom he claimed had no fey blood in him was to be his heir. Detok was soon on his way to the d