Erin Moriarty Blood Father Novels & Stories

When his head lifted weakly, my knees nearly gave out. It was Damon…one of Ryan’s friends. “What are you doing here?” I whispered, crouching beside him. My hand trembled as it brushed his cheek. His head leaned into my palm like it was the only comfort he had felt in days. Morano smiled faintly and took a slow step forward. “This man and his crew murdered my father two years ago. The Grey Werewolf Hunters. They deserve to die.” Damon recognised me but was too weak to speak.

He added. I was not sure that I wanted to know. “Vito Moretti,” This was the third time that I would be targeted by the man that was unfortunate enough to be Damien’s father. Why did he want me dead so badly? “Because he sees you as an enemy and he will do everything in his power to keep you far away from his bloodline,” He replied. I shivered. It was already too late. I was with Damien’s child no one knows. “Bloodline, What is this? Shakespear?” I asked in disbelief. Emilio sadly shook his head.

… After Margot went to the bank to open an account, she decided to go to the other hospital to check if the DNA test result was out. She rushed over to obtain the test result. She ended up stunned for a good moment. The test result was indisputable. There was a 99.99% match between hers and Anthony's blood. It was confirmed that they were indeed family. Margot was the daughter of the Morris family. She still had a family in this world, and it was actually the Morris family. She burst out laughing, and tears involuntarily filled her eyes. What a cruel joke! The parents Margot had always wanted turned out to be such cruel and vicious people. They were willing to harm others just to achieve the

But something about him, his eyes felt familiar. “Our informant in Taguig traced Jasper’s movement to this man. He’s Russian. And he’s not just anyone.” Dax paused. “His name is Igor Alexei Morozov.” The name sank like ice water into my spine. I blinked. “Morozov?” “He’s the head of a splinter faction of the Russenmafia.” Dax’s tone shifted became heavy now and unsure. “And apparently, he’s your father.” I dropped the tablet. “What the f—are you drunk?!”

"Exactly as you heard! Anthony Moriarty wants to reopen the investigation into the murder of the Bartz family. He claims there were major irregularities in how it was handled. The entire case was brushed aside simply because your family had a reputation for being part of the mafia. According to Moriarty, there were significant violations, and he’s seeking justice for every child, baby, woman, and elder who was murdered that terrible day." "And who is this Moriarty?" "It’s me, Marcus! Don’t you recognize me?" said a man standing behind the bars. Marcus, who was leaning against the bars with his back turned, slowly turned around. Standing before him was a man, no older than forty, looking at h

He tapped his finger on the desk, and I realised he was as impatient as I was. Emily’s father sighed, sat on a chair close to me and began fiddling around with his hands. He seemed quite uncomfortable suddenly as if he was about to talk about something really sensitive to him. Something he hadn't divulged to anyone until now and I presumed he was only doing it because his daughter's life was in danger. “My blood was used.” He said flatly and I could swear that I heard Chad chortle from the shock of the news. But Emily’s father didn’t stop there, he continued, “He isn’t a purebred werewolf neither does he have Alpha blood running through his veins, and so in order to remain in power, he used

Even Archfiend Antigonus was killed in the end, leaving only a wisp of his soul to enter the continent. Heather and Forsythe were taken aback. They were speechless for a long time as they stared at Morticia. "Yes!" Morticia lowered her head and dared not look into Archfiend Antigonus' terrifying gaze. Morticia gritted her teeth and nodded. "Darryl is the child's father. I had gone insane for some reason at the time and then did it with him... "And Ambrose is Darryl's son. He and my son have the same father but different mothers. That's why they share the same bloodline.

"Mr. Morgan, whatever you have to say, you can say it right here. Emily can hear you." Logan protested, "I’m her biological father. We share a blood connection…" "Blood connection?" Alex retorted. "Mr. Morgan, while you’ve been enjoying life in Europe with your wife, did it ever cross your mind that you have a daughter struggling back here?" "I didn’t even know I had a daughter! Lisa never told me she was pregnant!" Emily scoffed. "Is that so? I hope you remember those words, Mr. Morgan. You might regret them when the truth comes out."

I knew countless other stepdads who valued blood over commitment. So yes, Nico Morrelli was a mob boss, but first and foremost, he was a father. My father. Another round of gunfire pierced the air, making us both flinch. “That sounds close,” she said, echoing my sentiment as I clutched my knife. If he got close enough to us, I’d get to him too. I refused to go down without a fight, and while the knife might not kill him, it could hurt him enough to distract him while we run.

His father. He stood in a dark suit, hands clasped behind his back. Expression as cold as a scalpel. “Retrieval when she is of age.” A scientist nodded. “She’ll be placed with the target guardian as discussed.” My father. My real father. The man who died. The man they killed. A stamped seal on the bottom of the page. A crest I knew too well. House Moretti Valerio’s family. His bloodline. His legacy. His empire.