Luke Skywalker Father Novels & Stories

Drake is just making me to love him even more and swear that I will not also allow the enemies to break my family. Drake, our son and as well as the others which are part of us, I will never allow all of us to be destroyed. No one can destroy us because we are strong. Aurora's father cannot hurt Drake again, and swear that. “Daddy!” My son screamed and tears fell from my eyes when he suddenly rubbed Drake's face. Luke is so sweet, and I'm happy because my son wants him, although he has never seen him before.

I trailed off on the last words which to my surprise King Aaron came through our link and interjected finishing for me. "Your Father"! King Aaron stated as a matter of fact. You can tell he isn't used to this sort of thing and has a huge amount of learning to do when it comes to it. That was like he was addressing his subjects and not his own daughter who is incapacitated physically. She might be incapable of doing anything right now, but she is his daughter not follower. "Is this some Anikin Skywalker shit, Wait no don't kill me, I am your FATHER... ugggg nooooooo."! I said in the goofiest voice I had forgetting I was in mind link with them both.

At first, when Lucas took over power from his father, he thought they would give him a tough time but surprisingly, they supported him every step of the way which was even surprising to him. The first Elder sitting some few meters to his left was elder Marcus. His sunny brown hair was tied in a manly bun that left his face bare and a bit serious. Rumor flew around in the mansion a certain year that it should have been him who should have been the head but because his son died, power was given immediately to Pablo, Lucas's father since he was the closest.

he told me, his voice getting more insistent now. “You don’t understand,” I said as I pressed my hands against my face, tears welling up in my eyes. The tears came in a rush, spilling down my cheeks as the weight of everything I had just learned hit me. The man people known as Elder Marcus, the one who had shaped so much of our pack’s destiny, the man who fathered me is the same one that orchestrated the kidnap of my son. Through ragged breaths, I choked out the words. "He’s my father, Luke."

Luke asked amused. "Of Course, I came to see how you are dealing with the death of your father. Sorry about your loss," JB said and to say Luke was not surprised, would be a lie. He was more than surprised. His father was sympathizing with him on ZICO's death. Luke could remember vividly that this father of his standing right in his presence said that no matter what, ZICO was never going to be a father to Luke. What changed? "The last time I checked Mr. Wills Worth was never my father like you said. I am surprised you are here asking me how I am coping with his death. Is he supposed to be my father?"

He began and I automatically assumed the he; he was referring was Liam, "He has done shit to you that no guys should ever do to the women they love. I get that. But right now is not the ideal time for revenge." I lightly shook my head. "Luke, I am not looking for revenge." I stated, confidently. "That's great." He approved, bobbing his head slightly before hesitated for a couple seconds, "You need to warn him about father." "My father?" I asked. Just to make sure. "No." Luke shook his head, "Mine. Liam's father. Yusuf Luciano." My glance narrowed in his direction. I looked at him questioningly. My heart sank lower and lower the longer he took.

I noticed my father and my older brother, Luke, were already training. The name Luke comes from Lucius Xavier Vanderbilt. My older brother. He is the firstborn in our family and the next in line to hold the Alpha position. Even though he appears to be as frigid as winter to most people, he is as warm as the sun to those he deems close to him. “Good Morning, Father,” I greet father. “Morning, Josette,” He replies.

he said. My chest tightened. “Zara.” He nodded. “Yes. Your mother.” I swallowed hard. “And my father?” Arcturus stood slowly, walking toward the flame. The golden glow outlined the hard lines of his face, etched with time and regret. “Your father is Alpha Ryker. One of the strongest Alphas of this generation.” I stared at him, frozen. I had heard whispers of Alpha Ryker, stories of a fierce, unyielding Alpha whose presence could silence a battlefield. I never imagined that man was my father.

“Uhm, thank you so much, Mr. Stanton, but I would really love to get on with this so that I can head home as soon as possible. I don’t-” “Dr. White,” the younger man interrupts me. “I’m Luke Stanton, and this is my father.” Yeah, I thought as much. “My father is a very generous man,” Luke continues. “A philanthropist. Ask about him, he's done so much for your hospital in terms of donations and charity roles.”

Among them was Luke Snow, the son of one of Dad's former comrades-in-arms. Luke was the spitting image of a typical Volarian. He was large and burly, with tanned skin. His laugh was exceptionally bright and carefree, giving off the impression that he was a warm person. I ended up joining the medical team in Volaria.