Meliodas Father Novels & Stories

Like it might also be something I can learn to use. My phone buzzes on the mattress above me. I reach back and grab it. It is Soren. "Come to the study when you're back. We heard from the pack council. Maelis's petition has been formally accepted." I stare at the message. Then a second one comes through, from a number I don't recognize. "My name is Aldric Calder. I am Rhyx's father. I think it is time we spoke about what I know. Do not tell your brothers you received this message."

"Mr. Colton Rhodes, take it easy for the next few days. A couple of weeks of rest and you'll be as good as new." "Thanks again!" Colton bowed deeply to Howard. "Don't mention it," Howard said, his smile barely there. A couple of minutes later, Howard and Xever settled onto a nearby couch. "Know who we're dealing with?" Howard inquired. "Some spoiled brat from the Zuniga family, who goes by Xerxes. His dad, Yamil Zuniga, has connections in Mendorra and thinks he's somebody," Xever replied. "Did you confront them?" Howard asked, nodding slightly. "How'd they take it?"

I wondered if it was worse than skinning him alive. I moved closer but regretted it the moment I laid my eyes on him, well, what used to be him. you couldn’t even recognise the face. Now he was just something with arms and legs. I took out my phone and dialled Elodie. “Brother,” she sounded cheerful. “Your son is a fucking monster, D monster.” Silence followed my words. “He was never trained Luke, my father never saw my son and we got rid of the serum. How can he be the Don’s monster.”

"It's about blood. Real blood. Not that 'brotherhood' garbage you Wolves preach." He points the gun at Drakon. "Tell them, Drakon. Tell them who my father was. My 'official' father." "Old Man Mikos," Drakon says. "He died when you were five. Liver failure." "Exactly. A drunk. A nobody." Nikos sneers. "But my mother... she had secrets. She had taste." He turns to the open warehouse doors. "Come in, Dad," Nikos calls out. A figure steps through the smoke.

he said, jason was silent for sometime, his heard trying to grasp what they just said, "When did you disappear?" he asked his father, "I did not disappear jason, I died" he said, Jason looked shocked, anger coursing through his body, whatever creature of herega it was just made his father an evil bastard in the face of his people, A good man, Kelin elixtu, A good name Illummino seemed to notice this as he smiled, "It is done jason, do not fume over the past, you have to look towards the future" he said,

Couldn't disagree with that. "He was demoted eight times from Thalassa. I remember my Dad mentioning him many times, it was my favourite dinner time talk actually 'What has Nicolòs Jones done now?'. Your mother always stuck by him no matter what though. We knew her as Mara Megestanis, the sister of Milo Megestanis, Max's father." "Wait, wait, wait," I interrupted. "So surely that means I am related to Max," I then squinted my eyes in thought, "... He's my cousin!? How come you didn't think to tell me this?!"

Some of the tension bled out of him and he pulled me close, “I have to tell you the basics before we get there so you aren’t surprised. I’m sorry I couldn’t talk about it. I just…” “It’s okay,” I said, turning into his arms. “I know it’s… been a lot. He’s dead.” “Mordecai was my real father.” I looked up at him. “He and my mother were mates. She played at being Ben’s mate to save the people of Warhammer. I’m about to announce the full truth on international television. Uriel is going to be working on cleaning up everything with me.” “What… do you need from me?” His lips twitched and he pressed his forehead to mine, “To stand with me.”

His father. He stood in a dark suit, hands clasped behind his back. Expression as cold as a scalpel. “Retrieval when she is of age.” A scientist nodded. “She’ll be placed with the target guardian as discussed.” My father. My real father. The man who died. The man they killed. A stamped seal on the bottom of the page. A crest I knew too well. House Moretti Valerio’s family. His bloodline. His legacy. His empire.

He deserved the truth. "Kael is Milo's father," I said. Tom stood up. His face went pale, and his hands dropped to his sides. He stared at me like I had just spoken a language he did not understand. "He also knows that Milo holds the cure to the virus," I added. Tom's voice was barely a whisper. "Are you being serious? The same man who rejected you? The same man who humiliated you? That man that is the Alpha King of the Valdris territory, and he is the father of your child?"