Erin Moriarty Blood Father Novels & Stories

"How much do you know of your parents my love?" Morgana shrugged her shoulders, replying flippantly, "Never knew my father, but mother always told me he was a bad man, an ancient Vampyre who used to do sadistic things to her. Her name was Catalina Mannering, and she was a Lycan, that's about it really."

"You can't love him, you can't love the son of the man who killed our father!" Shock reverberated through me and I felt it in the form of a biting chill running down my spine. "What... what did you say?" "Claire, Enzo Morano killed our father. I will die first before I let you marry someone who carries the blood of the man I despise the most. He ruined our family." My body had grown weak, I couldn't move or speak. The revelation kept churning in my head till I felt dizzy and swayed but Vincent grabbed me.

Camilla's POV I never meant to crave him like this. It sneaks up on me, this sick twisted hunger, wrapping around my thoughts like smoke until I can't breathe without tasting it. Three months ago, everything shattered because of my father's stupidity. He gambled away money he never had, borrowing from shadows he couldn't outrun, stealing from one of the most dangerous man in Italy. The Mafia, Dario Moretti—The Bloodhound—they call him that for a reason. He tracks down what's owed, stolen, and he doesn't forgive. When Dario found out my dad had stolen from him, he didn't hesitate. He took the only thing left with any real value. Me.

She was a bitch, and it was something she got from blood—it ran in her bloodline. "I don't care what you say. I won't listen to you." I said, pushing my head sideways. "Really? So you don't want to know that your precious Damon is a mafia boss and he had something to do with your father? That he was the last person your father saw when he died, when he took his last breath, when he was shot?"

This irritated me to the point where I felt like throwing up. This isn’t the first time we’ve had sex but my conscience hadn’t let me be when I woke up. I kept recalling when my father broke down on the floor, shedding tears while revealing that alpha Damon was the one who cold heartedly murdered my mum. Fast forward to today and his first daughter is making love to the same man. I wiped the tears forming in my eyes and made up my mind to follow through with my father's plan and to make sure it goes as perfectly as possible. All I had to do now was to wait for my fathers next letter.

All this time, he only knew his father as a good husband, a businessman, and a nobleman in the country. “Everyone knows about it. Even your cousin, John. ‘Cause his father, Austin Morris, replaced your father temporarily. But their Mafia didn’t go too well now. So, we think the enemies were after your father. As they knew, the Mafia Lord before weakened.” Mariko explained, which made him clench. ‘How can they do this to me? How can they not tell me everything about it? It felt like I was being fooled. As they left me behind in the shadows. And how about my mom… Does this mean my mom died because of my father?’ he gasped.

The irony was painful. One name on the list made me stop abruptly: "Henry Gardner." My heart raced. That name… at first, it seemed like a coincidence. But something in the back of my mind told me it wasn’t. I started searching for everything I could about Henry Gardner. When I found the initial results, my mouth went dry. Gardner was Jake’s surname. I knew that. But it couldn’t be him… maybe it was just a coincidence. I continued digging, delving deeper, until the truth emerged: Henry Gardner was Jake’s father. His father had been one of the Mortons’ victims. He had been ruined and driven to death by them.

"If you're going to spin a tale, at least tell me one I haven't heard before. Did you really think I'd believe you?" Yerick had stumbled upon the shocking truth a month ago. He was not a Warren by blood, but he was the son of a truck driver. He drowned his sorrows at a bar when the president of the Linton Group sauntered in, offering him the bitter key to a twenty-year-old mystery. Twenty years of calling a man 'father,' only to discover he was the killer of his biological parents. Betrayed, Yerick felt as if his soul had sunk.

' Gio laughed. 'Okay. Well, I will get to the point right now.' Dante said seriousness filling his voice. 'I did a background check on your father and mother. And it seems like your father was right about your mother having an affair. It happened exactly a year before you were born. So, It's possible you have a different father than you thought you had.' My mouth was open and my eyes were wide when he finished telling me the information. 'Grace?' Gio said. 'Babe? Say something.'

Bringing down his face Ranvijay whispered near her ears. "Each drop of your blood is just saving each second of your father's life. It's your father's blood, right? Royal Solanki bloodline." Myra opened her grip and dropped the bloodied rose on the floor. Looking straight through his eyes she replied with a sardonic smile. "Each drop of my blood has a fair share of Italian Moretti family. I can say each drop of my blood is also decreasing each minute of your life too." "You..." Before he could speak some more words his phone started ringing and he left her on her own. Wounded, shattered.