Is Percival Meliodas Son Novels & Stories

"Those bastards..." "They really went too far this time." "My name is Xolvion. Xolvion Valous by the way. I am the youngest son of the demon lord of the Valous kingdom, and next in line to his throne." "Unlike my brothers and sisters, I didn't inherit any magical power or crazy strong abilities. Nope. I'm the bastard son of a lowly Succubus that my father fucked a couple of times. For some reason, unknown to me, my father chose me as his next heir to the throne, a hornless bastard, good for nothing."

Rea whispered next to me. “Not by blood. Nikos had an illegitimate son long before Androkles was born. His lover’s husband claimed that son. The man that claimed him and raised him as his own is Lord Melanthios, Lord Zeus’ father. So, in a way, they are brothers through that man." I explained in a hushed voice, trying to follow the fight by sound.

It was my first time to see him look at someone like that. "I am not your son. I may not have been Miguel Blackthorn's biological son, but until you've done half the sacrifice that he did to protect me and my mother. I will not consider you my father." Perseus stormed away from the garden. "Matteo was it? Is that your name?" I tore my eyes from the path that my pup had taken after I heard Claudius talking to Alpha Rodrigo's son. "That's right, Alpha King." Claudius nodded his head at the pup.

“If my father dies, I don’t know what I’ll do. If my pup dies, I don’t know what I’ll do. But if Edeline doesn’t make it... I don’t know who I’ll be, Maximus.” I gagged. The words hurt. He looked down at me with the few inches he had over me, his brows drawing together as he stepped into my space. Our eyes locked for a long, unflinching moment. “Edeline will pull through, Percival. Your father’s strong. We just have to wait for his choice. As for the pup... I don’t know. But you may have more companions in your future. And your mother—she didn’t hate you. She was proud of you.”

I inquired and Valeria shook her head. “ I am not sure but her father is among the council elders. “ She revealed. “ Who is her father?" I asked, suddenly curious. “ Lord Callaso." Valeria's reply had me frowning, wondering where I heard that name from then the realization hit me. That's the same man Kaiser hinted about when I asked him to investigate the disappearance of the Lycans. “Interesting.” I mumbled, a smile on my face. " What's interesting?"

Perhaps Moha, or should I say my brother, noticed my awkwardness and started introducing himself. "Nice to finally meet you all. My name is Moha, and I am the son of Alasdair and Queen Aria." After mentioning his parents, everyone's eyes widened. "I'm not a God, nor a demigod, but I am my grandfather's legacy. I inherited his ability to use the power of thunder."

"It’s time to find out if the 'Queen' can survive the Man who first Taught the World how to Betray its own Mate." I looked at Eryx, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at Valerius with a look of Absolute, Terrifying Recognition. "Father?" Eryx whispered, his prehistoric iron turning into a series of Sacred, Unbreakable Chains that connected him directly to Valerius’s throne. My breath hitched. The First Alpha wasn't my father. He was Eryx’s. "Leo," I turned, but my son was already gone. In his place stood a single, flickering cyan pixel—the last remnant of the boy who had tried to fix a world that was never meant to be fixed.

"Who dares to despise me son?" A middle-aged man stepped out, his figure was unusual, his tone was calm. Harding Marcus caught a life-saving blade of grass and turned around. "Father must kill him!" His father is Jocelyn Marcus, the head of the Marcus family. The great families that met Jocelyn Marcus also had to bow down and flatter, and his son has always been bossy, but he loves this son very much.

About how they'd met at a neutral territory gathering, how he'd courted her despite the laws against it, how they'd run away together and lived in hiding for years. "He had your eyes," she said one afternoon, her voice wistful. And your stubbornness. Goddess, he was stubborn. Once he made up his mind about something, there was no changing it." "What was his name?" I asked. It felt strange, not knowing something so basic about my own father. "Aldric," Perla said softly. "Aldric of the Lycan line. He was brilliant and brave and absolutely terrible at cooking. I once watched him burn water."

“Don't worry, mum. I'm not interested in girls for now. Although, aunt Nora is very pretty.” I knew he had a crush on her for the longest time and she knew it too. Hell, everyone knows it. “Good. She came around a while ago, saying that she had a son for him and that he was the first son of your father. Your father was never of the opinion that the throne should go to him. He fought the elders for you, Milo. You are our son and nothing will change that.” There were also a couple of elders in the prison because of you.