Is Deku's Dad A Villain Novels & Stories

Dedusa's mother pleaded with them, explaining that she had used the spell for a different purpose, fearing that revealing the truth would result in her daughter's death, as they believed she would bring darkness to the world. As Dedusa grew up, she remained with her father, who eventually remarried and seemingly forgot about her mother. He showed no affection for Dedusa and moved on from her mother's memory. When rumors spread that Dedusa had been chosen to lead the witch tribe due to her immense power, her father attempted to establish a connection with her. However, Dedusa harbored deep resentment toward him, longing for her deceased mother.

“Why? To destroy this pack, of course. To tear it apart from the inside. To gather information. Marrying you was the easiest way in.” She paused, her voice dripping with contempt. “You’re nothing but a pawn. You actually thought I loved you? What an idiot.” Rage flooded Kellen's eyes, turning them bloodshot. “You’re a monster! I’ll kill you!” In a flash, he shifted and lunged at her in his wolf form. Yet, a glint of silver flashed through the air. The next second, a silver dagger buried itself deep in Kellen’s chest. A agonized howl tore from his throat as his body crashed to the ground, blood pouring from the wound.

His small hand hovered over the wound but didn’t touch yet. “How.. my little wolf please do not joke about things like this” “You didn’t know… only Uncle Kade knows.” My heart clenched at the name of my dear friend and brother that Blake stole from me. “Uncle Kade saw me do it once,” Aurelian whispered. “A mama duck died… she was protecting her babies. I touched her at the sacred stone and… she came back.” I stared at him blankly as my mind couldn’t catch up and couldn’t process.

Reader's: . Unknown fan: . . . . . . . . . Veins starting to pop on his forehead. Before anybody could say anything, Max added, "And the thing is that although I am a gamer, but these responsibilities only holds me down and you have talent in managing and recruiting, which you had told me before which had developed as a result of you helping your father in managing his businesses over the city and dealing with his opponents dirty and strategic moves on his business. So, It makes sense to make you the guild leader as I am more proficient in managing armies and teams than the guild".

Her mind was a chaotic vortex, untangling the terrifying web of her late father’s legacy. ​The tragedy was absolute. Marcus Vance, the legendary warlord who had conquered the northern ridges through sheer force of will, was living a life manufactured by his greatest enemy. He had spent sixteen years pouring his sweat, his combat knowledge, and his harsh Alpha discipline into Devon—a boy he believed was his firstborn heir. He had broken his own heart, hardened his soul into black ice, and eventually signed a decree of total extermination against that very same boy, all because he thought Devon was a treacherous son who carried his own corrupted Vance blood.

He lunged forward and grabbed Damian by the collar. "She's your own daughter! How could you do this to her? Don't you want an heir? If you kill her, who's gonna inherit your Alpha position? Who's gonna take care of you when you're old? If you don't want this daughter, then stop dragging her back here! You keep bringing her back just to beat her half to death. You're nothing but an animal!" He couldn't understand it either—why Damian wanted to kill me but wouldn't let me leave.

I open the door and my dad's Beta Derek is yelling at him. "Edward, you can't! They'll set up shop and take us over!" He's sitting upright in a chair on the other side of my desk. My dad, Alpha Edward Duke, is a hardass, but he does respect the opinion of others. He's way larger than me and again looks exactly like me. Same hair, eyes, physic everything. Just bigger and louder. Derek turns his head and sees me enter. "Finally, a voice of reason. Jay. Tell your father he’s fucking insane."

Mulan snorted before picking up the call. “Hello.” His deep, baritone voice rumbled in Derek's ears, making him stand straight. “Elder, I have something to report.” Lucas' father started. “I want your son to personally explain it to me,” Mulan interjected. “I have summoned him to the pack. He is on his way as we speak.” “Good.” Mulan disconnected the call and walked out of his study. Once the call was over, Derek didn't tarry. He quickly made his way to Elder Rouge's house. Elder Rouge was one of the Silver Crest Princes, known as Kingmakers.

He sneered, unable to fathom why anyone would hold such affection for someone he deemed weak and insignificant. "Azure is nothing but a useless weak boy, Zeke!” Devin spat with venomous disdain. "I don't understand why you can't just give up on him, Zeke, and prioritize the peace within your pack." Zeke's smile remained unyielding, his unwavering determination shining through. He stood tall, embodying the strength and nobility befitting a father and the Lycan King. "I would give up everything for the people I love," he declared, his voice laced with conviction. "That is the true essence of a father and the responsibility of a leader. I will never forsake Azure."