Novel & Cerita Meliodas Father

He wiggles a finger between him and her. Mel stiffens, brows knitting. “And then,” Alejandro continues, without a beat, deadpan, “he found out I’m his brother.” Silence. Thick. Heavy. “Brother?” Mel whispers. The resemblance hits her like a slap. Same mouth. Same hair. Same stubborn jaw. Same unfortunate talent for attracting violence. Alejandro gives a small, crooked smile. “Yeah. Turns out Deimos is the father I’ve been looking for.” Mel goes pale — really pale. Like she’s mentally calculating the distance to the nearest bathroom.

He collapsed instantly and went still. “Alia,” my father called weakly. His shaking stopped. I stood there, staring at the tranquilizer in my hand, at my father, and at the unconscious General. Everything became clear at that moment. Somehow, my father and the General were linked. As the General weakened, my father grew stronger. A terrible thought settled in my mind. Had my father’s strength been tied to the General all these years? Was that why he never got his wolf as a pup? And had the explosion awakened a bond that had been hidden for decades?

Called him a mistake, the bastard offspring of bloodlines never meant to mix. But I knew better. Because I saw the bracelet once before. Not in a vision. Not in a dream. But in the hands of his mother’s father, a warrior so noble he was erased from the records to bury the shame of his daughter's disgrace. Alejandro Bloodfang. Possibly the father of this boy everyone is after.

At that moment, Jim felt the world spinning. Thinking back to my calls from before, he realized he hadn't taken them seriously at the time. He couldn't bear to imagine the despair I was going through while watching my father's life slip away or how powerless I felt. "Are you sure that was Rachel's father?" he asked. The guard nodded. "Yes, we overheard them talking. Before he died, he gave her a wolf fang." At the mention of the wolf fang, Jim recalled the day I'd slapped Kelly over it.

Alexander watched from above, arms folded tight. “She defied a direct order,” Marcus said beside him. “She’s with child,” Alexander muttered. Marcus blinked. “What?” “I saw the way she held her stomach.” “She’s Felix’s daughter.” “She’s something else,” Alexander murmured. --- Strike after strike, Melodie stayed silent. In her mind, she heard the melody. She wasn’t playing it. She was becoming it. --- Back in her cell, barely conscious, she whispered, “Don’t forget me again.” ---

“Then what are you ashamed of? Your father? Some mortal man who you don’t even know? Or do you actually know him? I don’t really know how these things work.” “A mortal man? You think that my father is some dreamer who my mother seduced? My sweet, you truly are ignorant. My father was no human, although I really do wish that he was. Life would have been so much easier.” he smirked, stepping closer to me and brushing my wind-messed hair behind my ear. “If he were a mortal, I’d be an incubus instead of what I am.” “Then who?” I heard myself ask. “My father, my sweet, is Icelus.”

"I am her true father. A divine being, imprisoned by Varkas long ago. They feared my union with her mother would birth power too great. Free me, and I grant you all strength eternal." The twist slammed home. Elara's father? Not the weak king we'd thought, but this? Imprisoned by Varkas, Timothy's bloodline, the same that had haunted us. Illusions flashed: Elara's mother, radiant, loving a god in secret. Varkas sealing him away, cursing the bloodline to weakness. "Release me," the spirit urged. "Through her bloodline, I return. The triplets, they carry my essence. Free me, or doom your kingdom to eternal shadow." Elara's shock rippled through the link. "Father?" Her thought was faint, pained.

"I don't want to live in shadows anymore, Melissa. Tell me the truth." Melissa sighed, her gaze dropping to the floor before meeting Alcides' eyes again. "Your real mother was a priestess named Limah, a revered oracle of the gods. Your father's identity, however, remains a mystery. Limah entrusted you to Rhesus and Artemis to protect you from forces that sought to harm you. The beggar, Bojan, knows more, but his disappearance might be linked to the dangerous truths he holds." Alcides absorbed the revelations, the pieces of his identity falling into place with each word. "Why keep this from me? Why weave a tale of being the son of Rhesus and Artemis?"

All she knew was that she finally felt whole and knew she could comfort him. “Raiden, there’s something else you have to know about Magdala’s spell.” Seti stood up from a chair in the corner of the room still weak; he slowly made his way toward Raiden as Agneta rushed to his side. Seti had a build similar to Raiden, a trait the family shared as Raiden’s father, Rodan had the same. He had short bright red hair like his daughter and red stubble on his face along with a mustache. He had a long scar running down his right leg and along his right cheek. “I was there next to your father and mother when the fae put the spell on you. As you were slowly encased with ice your father told you that your

I said, looking at him cautiously. “It’s a long story.” “If there’s something about Wesley that I should know, tell me.” I insisted. “It’s not Wesley. It’s his father.” Dad said. And I looked at him, expectantly. He can’t expect to just say something like that and then not tell me what the fucking problem was. “His father was your mothers gamma. He dropped the ball and let her run away with you. His father has been banished from this mansion and he was lucky that I didn’t have him executed for what he did.”