Anakin Skywalker Father Novels & Stories

" If you were someone of consequence, I would have." I flatly replied, throats clogged and heart pacing. I was only told the name of my father's murderer. Damon Skywalker. How could fate be so cruel?! I gave my virginity to this bloody son of gun! " Follow her," I heard him say to the blondie. " She remembers, but something is off about her." The way he spoke was deliberately loud enough for me to hear. I have to escape this world. I must.

he said. My chest tightened. “Zara.” He nodded. “Yes. Your mother.” I swallowed hard. “And my father?” Arcturus stood slowly, walking toward the flame. The golden glow outlined the hard lines of his face, etched with time and regret. “Your father is Alpha Ryker. One of the strongest Alphas of this generation.” I stared at him, frozen. I had heard whispers of Alpha Ryker, stories of a fierce, unyielding Alpha whose presence could silence a battlefield. I never imagined that man was my father.

The true monsters were The Syndicate and maybe the leader of Rebel’s Creed will find a way to destroy them with my help. “Colton, what did they want you to tell me?” I pressed, not willingly to argue with him over our views. Tension fueled the atmosphere, riddled with the unknown before he announced, “Your father was the creator of Rebel’s Creed, he was the leader of the resistance.” I felt my heart drop, my breath seizing in my throat as a sickening sensation churned in my stomach. “What?” my voice a whisper as shock bolted through my nervous system.

she demanded, "were you planning to keep this from me?" He turned his back to her. "Your father is dead. He was my younger brother, Revan. He perished the day you were born, three centuries past. As for Rhovan, he is my elder brother. He was cast out and banished by our father for his many transgressions." "Lies," she hissed. "All of it, lies. Do you know what they call me at court? A traitor’s daughter." His eyes flared. "The court. How do they know?"

“I will continue to play my part.” “We will work tirelessly. None of the families approve of this.” She didn’t say it, but I knew she meant the Kents, Connors, and hers. Mr. Kent was our Beta, Mr. Connors was his Second, and Mr. Drake was the pack’s unknown Assassin. Though I have no doubt, my father personally ended my mother’s life. Patrick Drake was cold to the outside world, but he was a loving father and husband who always wore a smile in private. “I don’t think father knows what exactly he’s done.”

"Then Alpha Thane returned to the pack and lied, saying my father died in battle.” “What are you talking about?” Arianna muttered. What dies he mean her father killed his? Kael’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “You know exactly who your father was, Arianna. Should I remind you of how beastly he was?” “My father was not a beast, and you will not speak ill of him,” Arianna snapped, her eyes blazed. Her father had been a strict ruler, but he had loved his people. Everything Kael was saying felt like a lie.

"For years, I watched. I evaluated every descendant of Helion. But I never felt I could trust any of them… until you, Aiyana." My breath faltered. Icarus immediately grew more alert at my side, his eyes wary. "Why?" he murmured, in a tone somewhere between skepticism and protective instinct. Synx nodded, her voice softer now. "Well… before you, there was another. Your father. I felt something in him. A purity that didn’t exist in the others. He was different. But… he died before I could do anything." My father… "Wait," Icarus growled, narrowing his eyes. "So you know Vardam? That bastard was obsessed with you. He had hidden notes, even pretended to be Aiyana’s father. That’s not a coincidenc

“You have to make me understand what you mean.” “I’ve decided to pick a designated mafia survivor.” He said. “Father, I—“ I was interrupted by my father immediately who raised a finger to silence me. “I have already picked who would succeed me if you fail to get married. My bastard, Donovan.” *** “Do you think your father was joking with what he said about passing your birthright down to his bastard son?” Yoda asked, forcing me to turn towards him. My thoughts had been clouded by the last conversation he had with my father. “When have you ever seen him be anything other than not serious?”

“And well climbed. I am proud.” “Thank you, father,” I held him back, closing my eyes and relaxing, the familiar scent of incense taking me to the safety and security of my childhood. “And who is this?” He asked as he released me, narrowing his eyes at Aien, who visibly swallowed hard. “This is Aien Verstarjen. His father is Derien Verstarjen,” Ecaeris told my father, frowning slightly at Aien as if puzzled by his presence. “Father!” Tarragon, Rue, Carraway, and Valerian joined us as the other knights limped away from the courtyards to have their wounds tended.

I was sitting in the living room and looking at the blinking TV screen, not really hearing the voice of a news anchor. It had been a tiring day with Kylo as we put together all the leads that were to lead us into confrontation. Now, however, while watching as events unfolded on my TV set I felt overburdened by the weight of what had come to pass. Kylo’s pursuit for justice had known no limits and it was through his dedication that he discovered something horrifying, Mr. Anderson, always a looming figure in my life, was actually responsible for causing a car accident that killed my father and left my mother hospitalized.