Dark Souls Father Of Giants นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“My father… he’s not who you think he is. He’s part of an ancient order, a group of powerful beings who have existed for centuries. They’ve mastered the dark arts, delved into forbidden knowledge, and they’ve used that power to control others, to manipulate events behind the scenes. The creature you saw in your vision, Demika—it was summoned by my father and his order, according to him, using a grimoire that’s been passed down from generation to generation.” Selena’s blood runs cold. The implications of Chloe’s words are staggering, a web of deceit and dark magic that stretches back through time. “So your father is one of them? One of these… sorcerers?” Demika leans forward, her eyes blazing

I spun round and saw two of the biggest men I have ever seen. With a flash of horror, I realised I was looking straight up. Huge and muscular men towered over me. Dwarfing Beta Zeke, even Alpha Cillian and Alpha Phillipe would be small compared to these men. My father, the biggest, most impressive man I knew, was no physical match. Their shoulders were easily twice as wide as me, thick torsos rippling with strength down to legs the size of tree trunks. They must be part of Phillipe’s hybrids surely? Or Lycan? They cannot be regular shifters. The oldest one, presumably the father has three faded silver scars along the side of his neck. His green eyes stare straight at me, unimpressed.

Regrettably, Ophelia's son has yet to be found, and if discovered, he would be killed. "Why would they want to kill him?" I'd asked, confusion filling my voice. "He is the reincarnation of Mavros, the god of destruction." was father's response. The title 'god of destruction' seemed fitting for the man with dark hair, but I doubted he was the actual deity. However, the blue-eyed man did mention something about consequences, and now my father spoke of related matters. "Father, does the god of destruction appear on the day of the blood moon?" I'd inquired.

“None of it. There’s nothing you can do. Nothing I can do. Nothing but play the parts we were assigned.” “Reverend Fowler, I need you to focus. This is incredibly important. You need to tell me what happened.” “There were giants in the earth in those days, and also after that,” he said, smirking. “Giants.” “What are you talking about?” “Genesis, my boy, Genesis,” he said. “They came unto the daughters of men, and they bared children to them.” I tried to read the label on the IV but I couldn’t tell what was in there. “Reverend Fowler, please.”

“Not good. Not good indeed. Such a mistake. The outcomes would be destructive. He was an ambitious man, Damian. He would sell your dream to anyone who seeks it." "Pardon. What did you mean by that?" "Your father wasn't just a dark sorcerer. He was a dream dweller. And he believes that you inherit his ability." The old man sat. All his strength and energy earlier had evaporated. "What is a dream dweller, Elfar?"

His father was really dead? Originally, Catie didn’t believe his words at all, but now he was confused. He saw Smith being killed by a member of the security bureau with his own eyes. Bring him away with a black muzzle. Catie was completely panicked. "Director Hanmu, is my father really dead?" Director Hanmu nodded. “It’s bad to be so straightforward but that is the truth.” Thump! Catie collapsed to the ground. His father was a super giant who single-handedly created the Nightfall organization, one of the six major European clubs.

“How am I able to be a shadow whisperer? My mother was a seer, a strong and swift wolf, she never showed any signs of being anything dark.” Aris and Biel locked eyes. “You have no idea who your father is?” asked Aris and I denied. “It is possible that he is a primordial being, I dare say, perhaps he was as old as the gods. Those primordials were shadow whisperers. Perhaps your father survived all this time.” “Are you asking me if my father is a millennial being like you and Drago?” I asked incredulously. “You're missing my point Nadine,” Aris said. “Your father, perhaps, is someone much older than Drago and me. Someone so old that he's not even in the temple's DNA records.”

I hissed up at him, making my anger known, and he growled back at me in response. “Answer me you piece of shit! What the fuck is going on? What is that thing in there with Freya?” Finn screamed into my face. “That thing in there, is Azael. He is the father of us all,” I replied in a flat tone as I dragged myself off of the floor and stood in front of him. “What? Like God?” He asked me with confusion and a tone of disbelief.

The psychopathic lord stated, his tone layered with concern. When Darkous had accompanied his friend to meet with his family, everything had begun decently and Dorian was welcomed with open arms. Only, the feral immortal was highly unpredictable and when his father had arrived home, things quickly took a turn for the worst. Dorian’s father wouldn’t believe a word that he said, deciding instead that the animal-like man was no longer his son because of what he had become. The psychopathic lord had attempted to calm the escalating argument, but unfortunately; it had already gotten out of hand. The feral being within Dorian had been unleashed during the fight, tragically resulting in the death o

I felt heat rising in my cheeks. “He’s so damn hot. He never looked twice at me. My brother said it was the bro code and no one on his crew would ever touch me. Caine isn’t bad either but he’s scary as shit. You never know what that guy is thinking. I don’t think we want to know.” “Dante? Family?” I reminded her. She rolled her eyes and her grin widened before turning serious. “His father is The Father if you know what I mean.” “I don’t.”