Father From Twilight Novels & Stories

“But my will to survive was a lot stronger than his hate, so when I went to seek out my mother’s family, they immediately took me in.” “Apparently he had convinced my mother, a fucking princess, to run away after they Entwined. When he saw me again and I was doing well, he gave in and chose the Dawn to be free of his self-loathing.” The Dawn - when a vampire perishes in the sunlight. “I would say you’re a lot stronger than your father was. He could have nurtured a part of his Fated still left, instead he chose to harm her. He was a coward and is better off dead,” I say, not caring if I sound heartless.

This one is a big outburst for her that is unbelievably true, it just makes her more tired, that she wanted to just run away. "Goodness! We just met you and you claimed that Dawn is your granddaughter?! What are your damn problems?!" Jasper stands up angrily and shields Dawn at her back. Jasper was quick to change emotions when he knew that the situation was confusing. For him, the situation is sensitive because also he has the history of something like this, something like someone is claiming you. His father is not his biological father, but he does love him and one day the real one appeared and wanted him to go with him since he was so persistent to say that he is Jasper's real Dad. Day by

He would wonder but Skotieno merely talked about the fact that his family is a scavenger and they are disgusted by the workings of the shadow vampires to which Skotieno believed somehow but realized that becoming one is what will keep him and everyone he loves safe from the overpowered shadow vampires. “So if Skotieno wasn’t the first vampire you’ve met, then who?” “Edmond Agustine.” Raverine scoffed. “This can’t get any more interesting.” Uncle Felix smiled. “Why would you say that?” “Because he is my father.” Uncle Felix chuckled, shaking his head. “Small world! No, in fact, small country.”

Sabrina hugged me while we cried together, sisters at their dad's funeral. A shadow passed over me, making me pull my head up from Sabrina's shoulder. A man stood before us, oddly familiar. I gasped and jumped to my feet. "Dad?!" He took a step back and shook his head. Sabrina got up and took my hand. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. This man looked exactly like my dad. "Who are you?" "I'm Mark Rosewood." He replied. "Stefan's twin and I'm your father."

he asked, concern etched on his handsome features. "I don't know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "This is all just so overwhelming." "I understand," Dorian said, his voice gentle. "But you need to know the truth. I already said it, your father was one of the best hunters out there. He fought the supernatural with everything he had. And then when he met your mother..." He trailed off, a look of happiness crossing his face. "What about my mother?" Eden asked, a sense of confusion building in the pit of her stomach.

Asher explained. “What the heck? That was many years ago. How do you still remember?”. Anya pouted her lips in disbelief as she asked. “Of course I remembered. After all, you're my one and only little sister”. Asher concluded with a smile. . The Father Of My Twins is an original creation of mine. Warning: No one is allowed to repost/re-publish.

he growls softly and stands in a huff, apparently I'd upset him. "Sorry Nyx I just state what is the fact," I frown, from the coldness he's throwing my way. I quickly finished my coffee and went to his side. I looked up at his face and his eyes were dark under his scowl. I put my hand on his cheek and pushed a little light into him. His eyes lightened and he gazed down at me with a grin. "I'm sorry love, you were correct, my father is a dark necromancer and my mother was a light elf enchantress," he sighs and gives me a tight hug.

Then something moved. At first only a shadow detached itself among the trees, then took form. A tall man, straight-backed. His hair woven with metallic silver, his face stern and dignified. His garb was simple, yet wrapped in an otherworldly elegance. I didn’t have to ask. I knew. My father. Leader of the shadow-wolves. Heir—or perhaps source—of the dark throne. “At last you’ve come,” he said. His voice resounded as if he weren’t speaking but commanding the very substance of the dream.

It gave me chills to even think they could come back. “Werewolves? Hellhounds?… what is this? The Twilight saga fanfiction?” His mouth twitched. “Without the fiction and the glitter, yes,” he said with a straight face. I stared at him. He was wearing a pair of Levi's, a checkered shirt and a baseball cap. My prodigal father who had finally come back after fifteen years of being absent in my life. He sounded crazy, but looked like he hadn’t changed since the last time I saw him. He looked so normal; like he hadn’t aged a day.

She revealed. I cocked my eyebrows in confusion. How’s it possible that our father was not originally from the Moon Shine Pack? It was very hard to see a werewolf who is not from a pack, dwelling in the pack, or even being close to the Alpha. Because I could remember, my father was kind of close to Damon’s father before he died, so it was impossible that he wasn’t a member of this pack. “Yes, your father was not originally a member of this pack. He is a Donovan.” She said, and my eyes widened in shock,