Black Clover Who Is Asta Father Novels & Stories

Lady Aleria had chimed in, acknowledging Aster's transition into adulthood. "Your brother will finally be recognized as a part of the Alpha family," she said with a smile. Then Aster inquired, “Is it true that Father will not be able to attend the ceremony?” Lady Aleria's expression softened, her heart heavy with understanding. "He couldn't be here, my dear," she explained gently. "You know how his duties as Alpha of the Ironflame demand the majority of his time. Aster's shoulders slumped, his disappointment palpable. Despite understanding the weight of his father's responsibilities, the absence still stung.

Althea cries, but before I can respond through my own tears, the door opens and a male head peeks through the crack a minute before a tall man steps into the room. His presence is commanding, yet there’s also something unmistakably gentle about him. His silver eyes land on me, and in an instant, without even being told, I know. I look at him, taking in the black hair, the strong jawline, the way his entire face is tight with barely restrained emotion. Althea inhales sharply, straightening as she looks from me, to the man then back. “Aretha… this is Clive Hawthorne.” She swallows hard. “Your father.”

She turned to Calla and asked, "Calla, who is he?" Calla had told Pierre everything over the phone yesterday. She only wanted him to visit her mother to show the neighbors and take some attention away from her and Clover. But Pierre had taken it too far, playing it up so much that now she couldn't keep up the act. "Mom, he's…" Calla hesitated, unable to explain. "Carol, I'm Clover's father." Seeing Calla at a loss for words, Pierre quickly answered with a smile. Calla could only correct him inwardly: "Godfather. He's the godfather!"

My father was going to die, I had to do something. “No!” I yelled. “Levi, STOP!” He paused mid-strike. His claws hovered inches from my father’s chest. Then slowly…very slowly…his head turned. His eyes locked on mine. “Astra?” he craned, his eyes disoriented. He looked from me to the others, then down to my father again. The red faded from his gaze, and his body crumpled like a puppet whose strings had been cut off. He hit the ground, unconscious.

Chloe screamed and collapsed. "Impossible! That's impossible!" "Further analysis indicates the father is... a rogue," the physician continued. "A lone wolf from the Darkwood fringes known as Jax."

“I am telling you, even I almost didn’t believe it, but it is. I saw it with my own eyes, and those two—the man from the ball and Raphael’s mate—they are his kids.” Fuck. Father looks at me as I enter. “Did you know?! Did you know this?!” I have to lie. “No.” “Then we have all been duped,” Astaroth says. He pretends innocence, as if he weren’t the one urging the Raven Wolf King to join him against my father. I bite back the truth, silent for now, because I’m not supposed to know. Father paces. “You need to steer clear of her now more than ever,” he tells me.

She knew she liked this one, but after lying in the void for so long without anything to stimulate her, her brain had gone numb. “It’s Lydia, dear. Eros thinks one of us should come down here and talk to you every night. He says when he got stuck, it helped when people…” she chuckled. “Anyway, I don’t really know what to say to be honest. Your father is here. They came last night. I think he has a little crush on Melena. Bless him, your poor father is much worse for wear, but we’ll soon fix him up, don’t worry.” Aster had forgotten about her father. Hadn’t thought about him in all this time. How long had it been? Months? Years? She wished someone would kill her, release her from this hell.

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ The henpecked husband, the city lord of Astarea and Levi’s father, sadly had no one else he could pass this hot potato to. Because he, too, knew his son well. And there was simply no one else capable enough to wrestle with his son and emerge victorious! Ai, once his son decided on something, he was a mule that couldn't be reasoned with! That was an S-ranked Enforcer, ah! Usually, Astar daddy would just let his son have his way; however, as this task was something entrusted to him by his darling wife, it had to be taken seriously and done without fail!

“She has nothing to do with it at all. — I saw you together. “I wanted to marry her,” Astaire squeezed out and cringed, waiting for the pain. - And how is it going? - No way. She sent me,” the dark one confessed. The trapper frowned. - Not understood. And the child? - Which child? Aster said in disbelief. - Her child. “I don’t know about any child, I didn’t touch her with a finger,” Aster said passionately. Reiner felt that he was telling the truth. But now I'm even more confused. If the baby's father isn't Asta, then who is?

Alastor growled. "Wow, you're as clueless as I thought! I never imagined how easy this would be. Clark. My father was Mike Clark. He was a poacher. The one that wolf there sunk his teeth into." He jabbed a finger at Alastor. My mind flashed back to the time I spent with Alastor at the zoo. The time I had read his file.