Father From Twilight Novels & Stories

I gulped down nothing, my expression immediately becoming serious. I took a deep breath and tightened the towel around myself: “I’m not completely human,” I revealed and Atlas’s playful expression disappeared instantly. “What?” “I’m half werewolf.” I swallowed. “My father was a werewolf. His name was Ethan Wright and he was the Head Enforcer of Ironwood Pack before he died.” For several seconds, Atlas said nothing. He simply stared at me like I had just told him the moon was going to fall from the sky. “You knew about him?” I asked.

That tiny shift in his expression when he sees me standing beside Austin. Recognition. Shock. Something darker right underneath it. Then it disappears instantly behind cold professionalism. Austin’s arm tightens lightly around my waist while completely oblivious to the fact that the room suddenly feels like it’s collapsing around me. Dad smiles easily. “Sandra, this is Kelvin Clayton.” Kelvin. Clayton. My blood runs cold. Austin’s father. Oh my God. The room suddenly feels too warm. Too small. I can barely hear anything over the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

“There’s something about you, I just can’t put my finger on it.” “Really?” “You remind me of someone,” he said. “From the past.” “Oh,” Liz brightened. A conversation, finally, this was something she could work with. “Maybe another version of me?” “I doubt it. I don’t know any humans aside from you.” “But you said your father had other lovers.” His jaw tightened. “You think he brought them to me randomly? I can’t stand humans. He knows I would kill them.” “Then why haven’t you killed me?”

“Do you know?” “Yes,” I snapped. “I’m a two-hundred-year-old vampire, Father. Babysitting some impulsive, loud-mouthed –eighteen year old is beneath me. I hate that fucking kid!” Father’s amusement didn’t fade. If anything, his smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners like he was enjoying this far too much. “Hate, you say?” he asked, his tone light, teasing. “Care to elaborate? What’s got my centuries-old son so riled up about a mere mortal?”

The light though it was warm and I could see clearly, it was what I was searching for in the dark. The light came closer and I knew it was my father, as he drove up next to the car, he got off the snow machine, “Okay Kay, are you ready?”

So much that one might think he was a vampire. "Father," I uttered loudly as he halted his steps in front of me. I have always hated the fact that my father was taller than me. Well, there are other things I hate about my father, but the height difference has always made me feel like he could easily trample me. His eyes which wore contact lenses with pink irises were taken off me. The tall man with a deadly aura following his presence soon faced Damon, his gaze really sharp. "Father, don't-" He shut me up with a quick wave of his left hand. As my lips moved impatiently, I watched as my father glared at Damon.

Father gives me a funny look, “You don’t know? After all this time, I assumed River or Mace would have told you. You never took my calls long enough to hear about it and shut down most of our conversations.” “What does my brother have to do with any of this, Father? He obviously can’t be Sloane’s mate. I met his true mate and she’s a real cunt if I ever saw one.” Father sighs, “Must you use such vulgar language, Slade. Especially since Twyla is now family thanks to the mating bond. When you visited the ShadowFang pack, it never came up who the mother of Mace’s cub is?” I thought I couldn’t breathe before, I was wrong. This must be what drowning feels like.

Damon calls out, his voice muffled by the glass but his smirk crystal clear. I feel Zayn's entire body thrum with a sudden, lethal energy. This is the monster Damon wanted to see. The engine dies the moment Mr. Hemsworth steps out of the passenger seat. Zayn’s thumb is still pressed against the darkening bruise on my wrist. He looks through the windshield at the man who shares his blood and the man who gave it to him. “My father doesn't do house calls,” he says, his voice quivering with repressed wrath. “Unless he's here to deliver a verdict.”

go nowhere, the gods have always been with you, I equally prayed and made more sacrifices every morning to appease the gods '. My son, you don't know why I'm saying this to you. I have a lot of secrets you barely know. This your father you are seeing is not ordinary at all. I have fought many wars and I have conquered many nations and taken their lands, and horses and enslaved their people. The last one I fought with the late elder James my best friend with the help of my packs of vampires to defeat the Siberian army, I won them all although the late Lord Damon of the twilight pack had to beg me to please help his nation to defeat the Siberian army wait for a moment, you mean Stormie's fath

Twilight turned and headed toward the small building, but before she could reach it, the door creaked open, revealing her father stepping out. Twilight froze, locking eyes with the man. He looked slightly disheveled, and the stench of alcohol surrounded him. "You’re back early," he said, eyeing her with a questioning look. "I..." Twilight hesitated. "I lost my job." The confession hung in the air for a moment before Manson, her father, barked out a small laugh.