Father X Son Fanfiction Novels & Stories

There had never been feelings of fondness between my father and I, only a sense of duty that had been carved, beaten, and sliced into every inch of my skin for the duration of my childhood. I could barely remember the man he’d been before the accident, and instead recounted the irony of his transformation. His eldest son had been brutalized. Kidnapped and tortured, yet it was Alpha Xavier himself that had become a hardened monster from the experience. How annoyingly poetic. “Hael, sit down.” My Father wasted no time in barking orders as I strolled into the room, not bothering to look away from the glass of whiskey he poured.

Anastasia twisted her wrist to let go of his grip, but it was in vain. "Who said the company is yours? Don't forget that I am your father, not you. I knew that someday you will rebel for ridiculous reasons. First, you fought for your nothing to be a good friend, Hermes and now the woman, who's no status before us," Xavier got furious at his son. "Dad, don't start today. You have no right to say anything to the people who belong to me," Alexander told his father and turned to leave when he heard Xavier.

But fear of losing the only thing that mattered to him. His son. "Xander," he said. "Please." "Please what? Please pretend that everything is okay? Please let you get away with destroying an innocent man?" "Please don't hate me." Xander was quiet for a long moment. When he spoke, his voice was soft. "I don't hate you, Father. I pity you." He turned and walked toward the door. Ella followed. "Xander." The old man's voice cracked. "Xander, wait."

When his father found out, that was the beginning of his anger toward Jacob. “I promise to return to school, and this time I won’t disappoint you,” Jacob said after several minutes of begging. Those words pierced deep into Mr. Xander’s heart, melting all his anger away. “Really?” the old man asked softly. “Yes, Father,” Jacob quickly replied. Mr. Xander couldn’t help but hug him tightly. In truth, he’d always loved Jacob as his own son and wished the boy could see that he wasn’t living right. And now, for the first time, he was convinced that his son had truly changed. ⸻

“It isn’t the truth. I deserve victory, I derive the be the king Alpha. You deserve to die for ever convincing me otherwise, over the adoration of my mutt brother.” “I never adorned him more, Xander,” my father gasps, his stance like that of a fighting pose, ready to shift and strike. “You were too damn jealous of him to see that you had greatness coming for you too, Xander. But not anymore. Wherever Jaxson is, I hope he is proud. I hope he has found his peace. You will find yours too, son, but it will be nothing like your brothers’.”

I could feel the sadness in my son’s voice. I looked at Xander before turning my gaze back to my son. "A-What do you want?" I will ask. "It's okay for me if you don't want to get married again but if you ever plan to have a relationship with a man, that you want to get married again ... that man should be Daddy Xander. He's overqualified to become my Dad, I like him to be your next husband if ever. " I just got down and drank some water. "I'm sorry my son Xander, he wasn't that talkative before."

“I just need to know you’re not some horrible man and father who doesn’t feel guilty about sleeping with his future daughter-in-law.” Something shifted in Victor’s expression then, not anger exactly, but something I can't myself around. “I would never intentionally hurt my son,” he said quietly. “No matter what our relationship looks like from the outside, Ryan is still my son.” “Then why are we doing this?” I asked softly. Victor’s gaze stayed locked on mine. “Because the second I met you, I wanted you,” he admitted without hesitation, his voice low and steady. “And I tried to ignore it. I tried to walk away from it because I knew exactly who you were supposed to become to this family.”

" Really? She didn't interfere with anything they were saying. In this case, she was just an outsider listening to a father and his only son. "Fix this, I will not have you ruin the name I have built for so long. " Xavier didn't say a word. There was so much tension between the two men. The father was filled with rage, the son was filled with so much built up anger and undigested fury from the conference hall. When he was done, he stormed out of the house furiously.

I nod, but my voice is stuck in my throat. "The crazy thing is...I think you take after me more than anyone. You are emotional, just like me. You are straight forward just like me. Your fighting style is all Helios and me...I'm proud to call you my son, Ethan, and I know you will take care of our species," Father says as he comes to a stop and yanks me against him. My hands fist at his back, and I cling to the man I thought never wanted me. "I love you, Ethan," Father declares against my shoulder, and I sniff back my tears before replying.

Nolan said, his posture straightening instinctively under his father’s gaze. Zayn’s phone began to vibrate in his hand again. He looked at the screen, then at us, giving a sharp, distracted nod before turning to walk away. I watched the broad expanse of his back as he answered the call, the air thickened, his presence clinging even after he disappeared. The contrast between the father’s power and the son’s pathetic ego was almost laughable. “Come on. Let me take you home,” Nolan muttered, his Alpha bravado clearly shaken by his father’s brief appearance.