Father From Twilight Novels & Stories

I do know, however, that their family values privacy deeply. My father is a werewolf, but my mother was human, which makes me human too—with a few werewolf traits. When I did not shift on my eighteenth birthday, I noticed my father was slightly disappointed at first. Later, though, he was relieved that I could live a normal life. My father is one of the most positive people I know—he always finds light in everything. “What?” I ask when I notice his serious expression. “Sweetheart, there’s something you need to know before we proceed with this alliance.” He looks hesitant, and I nod for him to continue.

Gray's voice held victory and I hated the smirk on his face. “No– I– what have you done to my father?” I asked, but he didn't give me a response, instead he still fixed his gaze on mine. “I know this picture I just showed to you would bring confusion and to those that couldn't see it clearly because of the distance, this is the explanation….” He paused and turned his attention back to tge crowd. “.... The father of your Luna queen, the one you put above you to protect and guide you, her father is a werewolf bounty hunter!”

Chloe screamed and collapsed. "Impossible! That's impossible!" "Further analysis indicates the father is... a rogue," the physician continued. "A lone wolf from the Darkwood fringes known as Jax."

Father ordered. This was getting out of hand. I could smell a fight about to happen. "I am not going without Philomena," he said. I didn't know that Enoch had such a temper. "Enoch. You really should go," I said. Dad was a pure vampire and could kill him with ease. Father walked up to him and smacked his cheek with his palm. He flew and landed on a wall. Father didn't even flinch. I knew his rage would take over. I quickly covered Faith's eyes, not wanting her to see her grandfather fight.

Ruby will so pay if this curse was not broken. The doctor and did as I instructed. I then had to call my father to see if it was a twin thing. He was dealing with a young wolf when I saw him. The Young ones caused him lot of trouble. It reminded him of when Damon and I were very young. My father did deal with a lot having to take care of us all by himself. “Can you see how pale he looks? It’s like there is no blood in him” I said. My father went close to Damon to confirm what I was saying. Since Damon had drank the concoction and went to sleep, he had not come to see him because of some pending issues.

I declared. He appeared from the darkness, revealing his true form; an average height, dark-haired man with an athletic build, blue eyes and a well trimmed gray beard. He had some sort of darkness which accentuated the ominous aura in him. For a moment, there was a flicker of compassion in his eyes, like someone else had completely taken over — my father. “Frey,” he muttered with tears in his eyes. “My daughter.” He pronounced and pulled me into a sudden embrace. “Dad, I'm so sorry this happened to you.” I said.

A thousand moving points of light. The doors close behind us. The older man gestures for me to sit. I don’t. “Say what you came to say,” I tell them. The younger one swipes his hand across the table. Images bloom into existence, old photographs, diagrams, symbols I recognize from places I’ve bled in. “Aidan’s father,” he begins, “was not just a vampire.” I feel it before I think it. The tightening. The pressure behind my eyes. “He was a Shadowhunter,” the older one continues. “Or he was.”

I listened to my father's explanation carefully. "Why are you asking me this?" my father asked. I sighed uneasily before I finally answered. "I found my Fated Mate, father." My father's eyes widened in shock at my words. "Who is he???" His tone was half shouted. "Alpha Tyler." I replied. My father shook his head for a moment. "Are you sure? Isn't that just a feeling you have? You just got your heart broken with Magnus, then you meet him and think he's your Fated Mate?"

The word hung heavy in the cold night air. Father. Jace’s eyes narrowed under the streetlight, the gold flecks in them glinting with suspicion. His voice was low, controlled, but River could hear the edge cutting through it. “Your father? That man was your father?” River’s throat felt dry. He nodded once, jaw clenched. “Yeah. Dominic Hale. My old man.” Jace’s gaze didn’t soften. If anything, it grew sharper. “And you didn’t think to mention this before? That your father just happens to be skulking around alleys and following us like some criminal?”

"You are not making any sense. My father was just a regular person. He worked in construction. He had nothing to do with werewolves or supernatural anything." "That is what your mother believes. What she was told to believe. But the truth is much more complicated." Vincent reached into his jacket and I flinched. He pulled out a photograph. Held it out to me. "This is your father with mine. They were friends once. Before everything went wrong." I took the photo with shaking fingers. It showed two men standing outside a building I did not recognize. One of them was definitely my father. Younger than I remembered but unmistakable. The other man looked like an older version of Vincent. Same gold