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

"Batsheva Moromond killed our parents. And she used blood magic to do it." ***

“I…I.. never sold my sperm. My life memories are still fresh. I don't think I have sold my sperm.” “If you haven't sold your sperm, how come you are the father of Amber? DNA test results can't lie. Let me be sincere to you, when Amber's blood matched perfectly with your blood when you were in the hospital, I became curious, but I overlooked it. Our only priority then was for you to get well. I never knew my mom took a further test. It's not her fault.” Mr Morgan was dumbfounded and he didn't know what to say. He turned and left Adrian while Adrian was still looking at the window.

“Alpha Morris was so angry with his cousin for this. He was also trying to hide the circumstances surrounding the birth of the child because he still wanted him to be his son. So he massacred the middle family and the truth died with them. Many years after that, the boy who was born out of the adultery began to lose his mark, the symbol that identified him as pure blood faded away completely, and by then, Alpha Morris and the people who knew the truth had all died.” Emily tried to flip to the next page, and then a hand grabbed the book immediately, pulling it out of her grip.

Called him a mistake, the bastard offspring of bloodlines never meant to mix. But I knew better. Because I saw the bracelet once before. Not in a vision. Not in a dream. But in the hands of his mother’s father, a warrior so noble he was erased from the records to bury the shame of his daughter's disgrace. Alejandro Bloodfang. Possibly the father of this boy everyone is after.

The father’s name listed— Damien Laurent. My father. Cassian Moreau is my brother. Aurora covered her mouth, eyes wide. “Oh my god.” I staggered back. No. This couldn’t be real. Moreau—my enemy, my father’s rival—was my blood. My breath came fast and uneven. The room spun. Aurora grabbed my wrist. “Damien. We need to go.” A voice came from the doorway. “Leaving so soon?” I turned.