Does White Beard Have A Son Novelas e Histórias

He indulged what he considered his own son, Yohan, and introduced him to his associates as his son. Because half of his face was already damaged, he always wore a half mask to hide his scars from other people. He introduced Zion Yohan Warren to his organization's members as his son named Revas Meritt, who would be his heir to all his assets. When Beaumont felt that he was close to death, he called for Yohan, now known as Revas, and talked to him. "D-Dad, can I handle running all our businesses if you're gone? I don't think I can," Yohan said while looking at the old man.

He had Faust sit down with Frank in a quiet corner before heading off to socialize with the bigwigs, while not telling anyone that Frank was there. Faust then pointed to a young but stout fellow from the crowd, chuckling. "Would you happen to recognize him, chief?" Frank shook his head—he did not recognize anyone present. "He's Longram White, the eldest son of the Skyhigh Sect's chief. He's famous and often said to be peerless—care to put him in his place?" Frank smiled but said nothing—not because he was nice, but because it was unnecessary. If he beat Longram, the others would just challenge him after that, and that would be a real hassle.

Nex’s POV I ran as fast as I could away from the hospital. I didn’t have a set destination in mind; I just wanted to be away. Away from Beowulf. ‘How could he…?’ I wondered. ‘He promised!’ He said he wouldn’t tell anyone off our relationship. That he wouldn’t tell them he was their father. And yet, he did exactly that. ‘He did it for you,’ I heard White say. ‘I know he did, and I am happy he stuck up for me. But by revealing our relationship to them?! If those humans didn’t go after me before, they definitely will now! This will be exactly like back in the Werewolf Kingdom!’

"I wouldn't say that my grandparents were Betas, as I never knew them. But I do know that I am as fast and strong as I am because I put in effort. You are all Alphas here and you would know by scent alone if you had any Alpha in my generation, which I don't. I am simply a young Beta who has trained hard to be here" I was confident with my answer because it had been true. I had nothing to be scared off. "Well, that seems to make some sense....." The Alpha started "Why do you have white hair on your head?" Another Alpha asked. I looked to my left and seated right after King Jade was his brother, younger brother to the King. I had done my research on the royal family and I knew that he was Nich

“Central Imperial…… That’s the place dad said he would take me to, over and over.” “Yes… I’m sure your father would’ve told you about that place.” “…You mean, that guy is from that island? How did you know?” “Young master… I don’t think his arrival is all that accidental.” “Are you telling me he came here because he had a connection with my dad…?” “…Yes. Somehow, I think he’s even one of you father’s closest friend.” “……What do you mean, you ‘think’?” “…Although I had never met him before, your father told me about such a person whom he could depend his life on— a human with white hair, red eyes… I’m sure there are only a few humans who had such a combination.”

A deep-rooted resentment towards white wolves forever tainted his perception, owing to the tragedy that befell my mother, his beloved mate. Nodding affirmatively, I responded, "Yes, we have located one. She currently lives here, under my vigilant care." The revelation I shared widened his eyes, as the weight of the newfound knowledge settled upon him. "Where can I find her? I must lay eyes upon her," my father exclaimed, leaving me uncertain of his true intentions. Was he genuinely driven by curiosity or did he harbor a desire for retribution against the white wolf? While my father possesses inherent kindness, his past is marred by a plethora of misdeeds and impulsive decisions that have exa

From the moment he sat down, wincing but with a twinkle in his eye, I knew he was different. "That looks pretty bad," I had said to him, examining his injury. "How did you manage to get wounded like this?" He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that seemed to fill the room. "Territory disputes. Never a dull moment being an Alpha's heir." I didn't respond, so he kept speaking. "I am the son of Alpha Johnson of the Dark Moon Pack."

I said and he flickered his white hair behind his ear and walked up to me wearing brown leather clothes and black boots. "I heard you've been hiding in your room all day like a drenched puppy." He teased and I nearly gleamed. He is a vigorous Alpha. "And your hair is like an old man's.' I was trying to get back at him but that didn't fit in, since he was handsome. And also having white hair is part of the clan too, since he's the son of the Lycan King, who collaborates with my father, the Wolf King as the pack calls him.

"Was he friends with my father?" "Yes. He is a good friend of your father but they haven't talked in years. It will be difficult to convince him to help you. After all, he has no reason to fight against Alpha Ambrose." The elder with the white beard said. I thought about everything they had said for a while. My heart was racing as I thought of what to do. From what the elders had said so far the Alpha King was indeed our only hope. I had to find a way to get him to help me no matter what it took. It was my only choice.

Warren could tell that old age caught up to him, but his spirit was full of fire. "Father, this young man came to see you. He brought news about Emile. I will leave you two alone," Mr White said as he showed Warren to a chair in the corner of the room. Then he left the room. He still made sure to station three guards at the door in case Warren wanted to try anything funny. "Mr White, please forgive my intrusion," Warren apologized. The old man held up his hand to tell Warren to keep quiet. "Please, call me Senior White. Mr White is my son's name," the old man said.