Erin Moriarty Blood Father Novels & Stories

“I knew your father.” My heart hit hard against my chest. “You knew him?” “Yes.” “You met him before he died?” “Yes.” “Why?” She looked away. “Because he came to me for help.” I laughed bitterly. “And you helped him?” “I tried.” “My father died!” “I know.” “You watched him die!” “No.” Her voice broke. “I did not watch him die.” I stepped closer. “Then tell me what happened.” The Queen Mother took a breath. “Your father discovered that your blood was different. He knew you carried the Moonborn blood. He was terrified of what would happen if the elders discovered it.”

Matt chuckles at my comment. -"Come on, he is not that bad. He used to be my father's Beta." -"No way? Is Theo Morris's Father?" I ask, remembering Charlotte's words on our girls' shopping afternoon –Morris comes from a long line of Crescent Moon Betas. -"No, no, no. Morris's father was the first Beta, but unfortunately, he was killed in action. So my father had to select a second Beta. I must say Elder Theo was very displeased when I chose Morris, instead of his son, as my second in command." The more Matt explains, the more curious I get.

"She knew about the test. She had her own people run it. She had the results before I even saw them." "And the results said she's my mother." He nodded. "99.99% probability. There's no doubt." The words hit me again, but the shock was fading now, replaced by a cold, hard numbness. "So you're not my father." "No." He said it softly, like the word hurt him. "I'm not." "Then who is?" Viktor's face darkened. "Your father was Marcus Sterling. The man Margot killed. The man she married before she ever met me."

Isadora, who had been hovering in the background, her face pale and anxious, suddenly spoke up, her voice trembling, barely audible above the roaring in my ears. "F-father… the man you captured," she stammered, her eyes darting nervously around the room, avoiding our gazes as if she were afraid of the judgment she would find there. "My father… Elder Walsh… he has AB negative blood." The words hit me like a physical blow, a punch to the gut that stole the remaining air from my lungs. They hung in the air, shimmering with a cruel irony that twisted the knife in my already wounded heart. The monster who had tried to kill my son, the embodiment of everything I loathed and feared, held the key to

“Okay. Okay, Malik. Send me the address. We’ll be there. As soon as possible.” She ended the call, lowering the phone slowly. Her breath hitched. “He’s alive, Victor. My father is alive. He’s been asking to see me for three years.” The reality of it slammed into him. This wasn’t about revenge. This wasn’t about empire. It was about a father and his child. And a crucial element, a missing piece in the puzzle, suddenly slotted into place. Kevin.

She looked weak and thin, but she had a baby bump on her stomach. I covered my mouth in shock and saw a tear fall down on the picture. I kept flipping through the pages, and each time, I felt sick to my stomach. I came across a picture of a strong and muscular man tied up all alone in a dark room. He seemed different than others, making me stare at him longer than usual. “That’s my father,” Emery said softly. I looked up at her with tears in my eyes. “Did he—Did he die?” She shook her head, which made me sigh in relief. “Kamala wouldn’t kill him. He had pure Lycan blood, so she experimented with him. She even captured me once and forced me to have sex with him to keep the bloodline strong.”

He slams the car door before I can return his words and I hear the gravel crunching as he walks away. I don’t know how to process all of this, or what is even going on. That woman, I know she’s my mother, but my father said Giovanni killed her… so what is going on? Not only that, but she said ‘blood for blood’ when she shot my father. The back door opens, and the woman gets inside. She’s wiped the blood from her hands and face and even when she smiles, she looks like me. I realize now that I did indeed get my full figure from her — Catalina Moretti, a pure Italian beauty.

Victor stiffened instantly. Victor’s father had a brother no one mentioned publicly. Ariana looked sharply at him. “You had an uncle?” Victor’s jaw tightened. “He died before I was old enough to remember.” The old man gave a tired half smile. “No. He vanished before you were told what death means.” Marina stepped down fully now. Slowly. As if balance itself required permission. “My father…” The old man looked at her directly. “Your father was Adrian Moretti.” That name landed heavily.

"You're dangerous, Mr. Castellano. Your father was a thug with power. You're something more sophisticated. Someone who understands both worlds criminal and legitimate. That makes you harder to fight." "I'm not your enemy, Agent Morrison. Becca is. Richard was. Chris was. I'm just a man protecting his family." "With a criminal empire at your disposal." "If I had such a thing hypothetically I'd use it for protection, not aggression. There's a difference." I stood. "Are we done here? My son needs his father, and my wife needs rest." "One more thing." Morrison pulled out a final file. "The baby Marissa's carrying. We analyzed Richard's medical records. The DNA sample he provided to the clinic it

she began. “Then she’s Lance’s daughter by name,” I finished. I turned to Caius, who hadn’t moved. His jaw was clenched, but I saw the faint tremble in his hand. Lira’s eyes widened. “Then he’s…” Morgana said it before any of us could. “His blood. Vexmoor blood.” The name fell heavy in the air. A curse. A prophecy. A truth buried for centuries. And then another truth rose like a shadow from the pit of my soul.