Father From Twilight Novels & Stories

I stop moving forward when I see a sort of legion in suits and ties crossing the hall. “Shit...” June swears. I furrow my eyebrows as I look at her. She clearly looks bored. “There’s Westwood Senior.” she moans, pointing at him with her eyes. Damon's father. He chats with another man as he walks towards the elevator. I don't have time to watch it anymore long since my gaze is automatically attracted to his son. He has his fiancée on his arm. She makes me a little hello and the brown guy gives me a quick glance.

Though I highly doubted it. My memories were still foggy and I wasn't able to remember anything. Even after I learned that the mystery man I met in the club and brought back to my place was Jasper, my ex-fiancé's father, my memories of the night didn't come back. I wanted to know everything. “Nothing,” he turned on his back, staring at the ceiling just like me. “I just thought you wanted me, but I guess it was a drunken mistake. I would have known.”

“Isla.” My father’s voice was firm, composed. Alpha Magnus Hale of the Crescent Moon Pack. “I’m ready,” I said quietly. A pause. “For what?” “For the arranged mating.” Silence. Three years ago, he arranged my union with Adrian Blackwood Alpha of Blackwood Territory. Strategic. Powerful. Secure. I refused. I believed destiny had given me Rowan instead. “I thought you were in love,” my father said carefully. “I was.” Past tense. “What happened?” I watched the river ripple beneath the moonlight. “Nothing dramatic. I’m just done being second to a memory.”

“The Moon rarely gives secrets meant to remain buried.” My jaw tightens. “Say what you came to say.” He exhales, white fog curling like spirit-breath in the cold. “Her awakening. Her blood. You truly did not know.” He says it like he can’t decide whether that makes me a fool or the luckiest man alive. My wolf growls. “Know what, Frost?” His eyes flash silver — moon-touched lineage showing through. “Her father was my father’s brother.” My heartbeat stumbles. Just once. Then it slams hard, like a strike to the chest.

"Oh, Mrs. Pearce, when you put all the blame on me, did you ever think it would end like this? If the report's fake, what about the blood type? You both have O-type blood, so how could Hanley have A-type blood?" Hanley, still in shock, finally caught on. "Dad, what does this report mean? How could I not be your son?" Kennard slapped him across the face without hesitation. "Don't call me Dad. Go ask your mother who your real father is!" He turned to Nicole, who was still staring blankly. "Mom, say something!" Nicole remained silent, her tears falling as she bowed her head. Her silence was as good as an admission of guilt.

my father said as he appeared before me in his royal purple robes. His salt and pepper hair was combed neatly, and his silver eyes glittered in the evening sunlight. But around those beautiful eyes were dark circles. And I was now old enough to know that my father was suffering. He still hasn't recovered from the death of the love of his life. He had told me about my mother’s fire powers and said he never thought I would manifest them because he was powerless himself, which was an abomination for the Alpha of the Celestial Trinity. But the people had accepted him and made him their leader. All thanks to my mother.

“Grandma Lucy is a spitfire too. She might not be nice to you. Can you hold in you’re angry outburst if she starts calling our pack a cult?” “Cult?” Dad looks at me in outrage. I throw my head back in laughter. “I’m just saying, to the human world, we kind of do seem like a cult. Vivian thought we were one. She thought we were all Twilight fanatics and into occult s**t. She calls me the cult leader, and Marvel calls me Brother Valentine.” “You’re shitting me, right?” “No,” I laughed, shaking my head. “You can’t even get your own son to call you Dad? And what the f**k is Twilight?”

"This is the report for Lia's paternity test. Lia is my biological daughter." Everyone in the banquet hall was stunned before discussions erupted. I was equally stunned. So… That was the truth. Matteo truly was my father. In my last life, he had avenged my mother and me because we were his family. Matteo took out a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto Vincenzo's wrists. "You spread lies about the heir of the Rossi family and harmed Don Rossi's daughter and granddaughter. Take him to the cells where he will be punished for his transgression."

Zarek answered firmly, his voice dropping into a serious tone filled with unwavering determination. “No matter who he is… no matter how rich or powerful he is in the human world… I will never let him take you away from me… …even if he’s my father.” Father? “H-He’s your father?” Zarek nodded. “H-How can he be your father, sweetheart? I don’t know him. I can’t remember ever meeting him. And besides… didn’t they say wolves like you have… a mate? You’re still too young for that.”

Just after they left, the dead wolf changed to a lifeless naked human-the heir of the Twilight pack. —— Finally, Freya got home and Lucian narrated their most recent experience to her father, who was also his own master. "It's a shame that after all the training I've put you through, you still can't kill a wolf. Shame." Hunter Garrick, Freya's father complained, his voice dripping with disdain as his hard glare narrowed at her.