Does White Beard Have A Son Novels & Stories

The alpha I had gone to meet to broker the alliance had agreed about the merge, and had promised to provide strong werewolves for the oncoming war. I had happily rushed back home to tell my father of my success with the assignment, when I had overheard a conversation between my father and my mother, Nymeria, which almost made me run mad. ".... Beowulf, he is your son, you can not treat him like a common messanger in his home" my mother had been saying when I got to the door of my father's study "Darling, the boy is not useful in ways that I need him to... he does not have any werewolf abilities, so I let him do what he is obviously good at. What else do you want from me? Make him commander o

Thomas pointed at him and asked, “Who’s that?” Without waiting for Emma to respond, the man stood up, smoothed out his suit, and said arrogantly, "I’m Nathan White. My father and Uncle Johnson were old friends. When we were younger, our families were really close, and Uncle Johnson even told my father that if both of our families had children, and if the children were a boy and a girl, they should marry, and we would become in-laws.” Emma did not say anything about it, but it was clear from her expression that she was not pleased.

As Tyber scans his surroundings, he makes a conscious effort to avoid establishing direct eye contact with me, fearing that I may be able to see what his hidden secrets lie behind his crystal blue eyes. Beard is the oldest of the five of us, followed by myself, Jaja, Tyber, and Nova. His place should be where I am. His fat ass should be warming the throne. Not me. I never wanted it. I still don't. Responsibility, commitment, and dedication have never been my strong suits. Yet here I stand, steadfastly holding on to power and fiercely defending our species without any choice. Unfortunately, Beard forfeited that privilege and his honor many earla years ago when he battled another Kindred warri

My father let him search. Then he made sure every road ended in fog. After all, Nico had already declared that Luca was not his son. He had already told the world I was no one. Men did not look for a discarded mistress and her unwanted child inside the heart of Italy's most powerful dynasty.

His father shook his head, “because, just like him, his grandson has the same goal. He was raised close to his grandfather and they share a lot of things in common. One of which is to destroy the white wolf and make sure she does not get a chance to rule again I have heard news that he has something worse than just having her killed in mind, but that is not any of our concern. He is rumoured to have the same thing his grandfather had that killed her before. And he will not think twice about using it again” his father finished. This time, Alpha Kasper had not interrupted. He was still processing all that his father had said as his father walked out.

I would not back down on this, and my parents knew it. “The white wolf is a signal of royalty and great power. Even the alpha king isn’t pure white, but a white wolf is rare and extremely powerful.” My mother said, scratching the top of her head thoughtfully. “But the king only has a son? Where could a pure white wolf have come from?” She turned to my father, who shook his head, irritated.

At the waste of it. "Do you understand what that boy is‚ Miss White?" I shook my head because I genuinely didn't know what he was asking me. The King was quiet for a moment. Then something shifted in his expression. Something that looked almost like recognition. "You know… my son‚ Killian‚ seems to have followed in his grandfather's footsteps‚" he said. And then he did something I didn't expect. He chuckled. "Just like my late father‚ the late Alpha King Killian‚ the goddess bless his soul." He paused and something moved behind those pale grey eyes that looked like memory. "Exactly like him. Got my mother pregnant. Disappeared into his own stubbornness and pride. And years later came back an

she smiled, the type she used to give me anytime she was about to rub my head. What went wrong? How am I suddenly against my godmother? The woman I used to hide behind anytime I did something wrong and my mother decided to punish me. "White cannot be my father's son, can he?” I asked. My heart still demands to know the answer. It's just impossible. My father is loyal to my mother. "Of course, he is,” she took White's hand and placed it in hers, interlocking their fingers. "His name is White Winehouse, the first and only son of William Winehouse, and the rightful heir to the Winehouse corporation.”

that Ren turns around which made the reporters break out of the train of thought. “Sir about his son did he visit his father?” “Where is his son now sir? Sir” “Sir, do you think that his son is related to his death?” “Sir! Sir!” “Now the cops will be investigating his son Watanabe Takeshi who is also one of the rising painting like his father” “Do you think this case will be turn out like father like so-” Takeshi removes the earphones from his ears backing up putting his phone inside his pocket.

Just like his mother, he has a fair skin and beautiful smile. "I know your son." I said and she stared at me in shock. "What...what do you mean?" "I know Riaz. He is a member of Whitepeak Pack. He's my friend. He resembles you a lot and he's such a kind soul." "You're...you're kidding, right?" I shook my head. "you said you've always been with me. Then you should know I'm telling the truth. Haven't you seen him before?" She shook her head. "No...no I haven't. Are you sure? Do you really mean it?"