Aidan Gallagher Ethnicity Novels & Stories

“Right now, I’m here to settle a score with you. Gabriella, get out of here.” Aiden turned and raised his brows before a sinister smile spread on his face. “She’s yours…” He barked out a laugh. “Mine and Adrianna’s,” Dad deadpanned. So that’s her name. Hearing Dad’s revelation cut Aiden’s laugh short. “Impossible. You’re a Hunter, and she was a wolf. She wouldn’t have… she couldn’t have.” Dad shrugged. “She was a rebel.”

He ‘borrowed’ this one because his brother had informed him of a girl he suspected was one of them because she smelled like them. “But even she has no idea what she is. What family does she belong to? And why have they hidden this from her?” Aiden was confused by the entire situation. The people of his race weren’t randomly born. Each of them belonged to a family that carried their bloodline. And never had there been an outsider. It was impossible for that to happen anyway. Kylie’s reaction showed that she was a member of his race since she indeed had experienced a hallucination. Aiden knew because he was able to see her dream through the Beast Crystal. But the fact that she had been so full

"Your skin seems very fair, but your face tells you're not completely white." O'Connell gave him a firm nod to the question he had asked. "My dad's Irish, while my mom is Nigerian." Was the response he gave to the boy, Ronan, and he saw Ronan's eyes lit up in surprise. Perhaps he clearly didn't expect him to be partially Nigerian.

“My dad died of a heart disease, I was in the hospital with him the day he….” “He was commissioned by the Grathens to solve the case.” I've heard that name before, why did it sound so familiar? “Who are the Grathens?” “Aidan's grandfather, his mother's father.” “The one on the island who wouldn't see him?” “I don't know their lore. But I know that the Grathens have some clues that we can use.” “You're insane.” I say walking out of the arena. “Dahlia, I will give you anything you want. Money… As much as you want.”

- Aideen exhaled heavily. "What makes you think of that?" Rico asked. "Her personality and everything she has on her body has no trace of dad; her personality isn't like my dad or her mother, and when she started growing up, I noticed how similar her face is to her mother's late fiancee."- Aideen explained. "Is her hair red? How about her eyes? They're dark blue," Aideen said, nodding to his best friend. "That's her natural hair and eyes; her hair looks like her father, and her eyes look like her mother," Aideen says.

Eve turn s to Adam, not understanding the cold welcome she has been receiving from the moment she enters Dzhimara but the joy in his face talking to his family made her pause and turns back to greet them. Despite the uncomfortable vibe the lady was giving, Eve can’t help but see how beautiful she was. She had curly hazelnut colour hair too but her eyes were so black against her fair skin that it made her beauty popped out more. She wore a green dress that was all too flowery and glittery like she was heading to a ball. Suddenly, she had a wide smile on her face and offered her hand. “Delighted to see you. Miss Eve, daughter of Aidan The great, children of the goddess Khione and whatever goes

"No. We aren't lost. We are here to collect a moonstone." "Haha. Come here." She pointed at Gwen. "You are a silverwood, aren't you? You went through the barrier. What pack are you from?" With a bit of reluctance, Gwen went to meet her. "One…One of the packs in San Francisco. The Pacific Moonrise pack." "I felt it. You are Aiden's daughter. That was where he went when he left. What's your name?" "Gwen." "Although I'm still angry at him for leaving." She had a sad smile on her face. "I'll say he gave you a beautiful name. Where's your mother, Zara?"

Her heart did a triple skip. It’s him. It’s Mr. Hot-Choc! So he’s Jayden? Gosh, he looked so—non-Kiwi. Not that she was a full Kiwi herself. She was half-Cambodian. Her mom was a refugee Cambodian who migrated to New Zealand years ago just after the Pol Pot regime. Then her mom married her dad, a real Kiwi bloke to boot, who was one of the many refugees’ supporters along with Peter’s mom and dad.

Guards kept the crowd at bay as one opened the door for Ada. The moment she stepped out, the crowd burst into cheers and excitement. Ada Kingsley was of mixed blood with both Cyrris and Furancian blood in her. She sported curly brown hair, her Cyrrian beauty accentuated by her Furancian physique. Standing at a height of 5 feet 10 inches, she was a Helen of Troy among women. She was in a good mood today as her fans welcomed her. A faint smile rose on her lips as she gently waved at the crowd.

I had never even made my own bed and I had always gotten everything I wanted. I’m the oldest of three and I’m a mixture of my mother and father. I have one blue eye and one green eye. I have light brown hair, probably from my mother’s blonde hair, and my father’s tanned skin. I’m a few months shy of my seventeenth birthday and I have a year left of high school. My younger brother, Gabriel, is almost sixteen and my sister Adira is fourteen. Gabriel looks like Kai and Adira is a mixture of Adara and Adelie. We live in Oban, Scotland, and we have the biggest pack in the world with nearly twelve thousand members.