Father Elijah Fallout Novels & Stories

Before Phoenix finished her sentence, Elijah was already sweating profusely. His throat seemed to be clogged with phlegm, rendering him speechless. "Are we fighting or not?" Phoenix asked again. "Just say the word!" Elijah took a deep breath, collected his thoughts, and then sighed deeply. "To think my second son would degenerate to such a degree, drinking and taking drugs until he fell to his death. It's a tragedy! Truly lamentable!" Behind him, the faces of several Thompson family children turned pale.

They created their own downfall. As for Elijah, I received news that he has left the country again. He has returned to his operations involving the international black market business that he manages. Knowing that he is thousands of miles away makes me feel a little bit relieved. His presence is always so intense and unpredictable that his absence allows me to breathe a bit easier as I focus on my own life.

"Elijah, no... you can't die on me. Ashton doesn't know that you are his biological father yet. And... and... your grandchild is on the way. You MUST stay alive. My... my... I don't have my parents with me. You... you are my father now. Please, please... don't die on me. Theo whispered, his voice shaking with emotion, his words coming out in a rush, "Please, don't leave me." He begged. Everyone's eyes moist with tears as they heard Theo's words. This was the first time they were seeing Theo that emotional. Elijah's eyes flickered open, and he looked up at Theo with a faint smile, his eyes filled with a deep and abiding love, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm...sorry, Theo," he whispered

"I am the Final Draft. And I’ve come to take my son back to the Apex." Elian froze. He looked at the ground beneath him—the "Infrastructure" that was his father—and then at the man standing before him.

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

I froze. Pictures played across the air. Shadowfang wolves attacking my old pack. Eli’s father leading the charge. Houses burning. My parents falling. I watched it all in silence. My hands started shaking. The door to the main hall opened. Eli stepped in, pulling a shirt over his head. He saw the light and stopped cold. “Jax. Put that down.” I didn’t. The images kept playing. Final one showed Eli himself years younger, standing beside his father during the cleanup. Blood on his hands.

Her mother's voice quivered as she explained, "Someone had delved into your father's past, unearthing the dark secrets he had paid a fortune to bury." Looking away from her daughter, Mrs. Lykaios's hands shook as she gestured towards the papers, her voice choked with emotion, "Who would do something this awful just to ruin our livelihood..." With a sudden surge of fury, Mr. Lykaios slapped the damning papers onto the polished marble floor, the sound echoing like the shattering of their carefully constructed facade. Melissa's eyes widened as she stooped to retrieve the fallen articles, her shaky fingers carefully unfolding the sinister truth that had been laid bare.

His eyes widened with the realization. “I–It's okay if you cannot accept us since we never knew each other. But please help me, father will kill me when he finds out that...J–Just help me, please? For the sake of the baby?” Emily's eyes began to mist. He faced back and forth, figuring out what to do. Then he heard in the back of his mind the laughs and cries of Miracle, the loud voice of Nimueh lecturing him for not eating on time. They all appeared real. He closed his eyes as he wanted to be back in the warmth of his family. But when he opened his eyes again, it was just Emily, standing in front with tears falling.

“This man-“ My voice cracked, but I pushed forward. “This man is my father!” The words left my mouth before I could stop them, I wasn’t thinking properly and now I had exposed myself. I couldn’t take my words back and I didn’t plan on doing so anyways, he was going to tell me what part he played in killing my father or I wouldn’t leave his presence. Damein’s eyes widened and his grip on me possessed before his hand fell to his side limply, his usual composure faltered but he quickly regained himself. “Your father?” He asked in disbelief as he tried to wrap his mind around my words. “How is that even possible? Your father died in a plane crash according to your documents or didn’t he?”

“I – I decided that’s where I wanted to be! I cut ties completely! I never spoke to her again – she tried to get me back, but I completely broke away –“ “God, fuck, Jerome,” Daniel moans, and his father lets his shirt loose as Daniel buries his face in his hands and turns his back on him. “How could you fucking do this –“