Romans & histoires All Blueprints Sons Of The Forest

dad's beta explained. I nodded in understanding "I think it does father.... Maybe the soul of the rogue king is awakening... They are alot of other souls, monsters and spirits in the ebonpine forest but non of them have this kind of power, and if it were one of them, we will have been able to trace it back to them" I explained. "You are right! What did you discover in wrymwood?" Dad asked looking at me.

"I have a perfectly clean record. In fact, to make it easy for you, my name is Zarek Zachary. I am from the Blood Stone pack, and I am the son of Beta Zachary." ​My eyes widened in sheer, genuine shock. My breath hitched in my throat as I stared at him. What?! ​I knew Zarek was Sonia’s cousin, and I knew he had agreed to help me escape this living hell, but he had never told me his full background. I had no idea that Sonia's cousin was actually a Beta's son! A high-ranking wolf from a powerful neighboring territory. ​I quickly looked up at Enzo, and the instant unease spreading across his face was beautiful to witness. His jaw clenched so hard a vein throbbed in his temple, and his amber eye

Julian had spent a decade trying to bury. ​"I'm the one who didn't get the 'Sanctuary,' Leo. I'm the one Silas called his Masterpiece. While you were playing in a rooftop garden in Brooklyn, I was learning how to breathe underwater. I was learning that a Vane doesn't ask for a place at the table—they take the whole room." ​She leaned forward, her silver eyes pinning Leo to his seat. ​"The Board is dead. My 'Father' is a ghost. But the Blueprint is alive, and it’s finally hungry."

I kissed his forehead and sent him to wash his hands for dinner. Later that night, after Landon had fallen asleep and Mom had gone to bed, I sat alone in the living room with only a single lamp on. The silence pressed in on me. My phone buzzed on the coffee table. I picked it up, expecting maybe a message from Marcus checking in. Instead, it was an unknown number. Unknown: Your son has his fathers’ eyes. Strong blood. It would be unfortunate if something happened to such a valuable heir during the coming conflict. Stay away from the Blackthorn triplets, omega. Or watch how quickly things can turn ugly.

All around us, the golden-branded children floated in their pods, their features varying but all bearing traces of my bone structure, my nose, my stubborn chin. Lina made a wounded noise behind me. "Sisters?" Father's gaze flicked to her. "Granddaughters, technically. Third-generation templates." He tapped the railing. "Though D-1 will always be my favorite." The central pod bubbled as the fluid drained. D-1's body slumped against the glass, her chest motionless. Not dead—dormant. Jeff's pistol never wavered. "What do you want, Ryans?" "Want?" Father chuckled. "I already have everything." He pressed a button on his watch.

"Here, open your eyes and read this DNA test report. You can't understand what I said, but you can read, right?" She snatched the paper and stared at the results in disbelief. "This is impossible! How can he not be my son?" Kristan's voice cut coldly through the room. "What's impossible about that? I wouldn't mistake the kid I raised. I don't know what's wrong with you. It's like you don't understand a word anyone says and are just randomly claiming Aidan as yours." The report clearly showed Aidan Moore and Kristan were blood relatives. Helen kept looking back and forth between Aidan's and Kristan's similar faces, but she couldn't fool herself.

“Blue… Off already?” releasing his grip on the woman, she took a cursory few steps back, almost tripping on the heels of her shoes. With dark hair and deep-set eyes, it seemed the only difference between Christopher and his son was the markings where time and age had taken its toll. They wore the same sneer as though it had been burned into their face and squared their shoulders in much the same way. As she returned the man’s firm smile and crossed her arms to brace the cold, Blue fought against the creeping notion that her destiny was to follow in Sandra’s footsteps as the blonde trophy wife. The only difference between them, of course, would be the fact Blue’s firstborn wouldn’t have Richa

Maverick said, “it was an entirely different thing that was in front of me. Now I have two little boys to spoil and see grow up to turn into fine young men like you are and your brothers.” “I know what you mean,” Nathan said s the nurse brought out his newest brother, Michael, for his father to hold. He wanted nothing more than to go see his own son. When the nurse brought him to Nathan to hold while they finished up with Kathleen. “Meet your uncle Michael, Alexander.”

“My name is Robert and these are my sons, Aaron and Matt. I saw the blueprints and I have a few questions.” “Yeah, go ahead.” Aaron stepped forward. They were all bald, had the exact same nose and jaw shape. It was pretty obvious that they were family. He looked to be around 30s, no wedding ring, but there was a tattoo of combat boots on his neck that made me think he had severed in the human army. “I assume you want the front door facing the entrance?” “Yes, please.”