Meliodas Father Novels & Stories

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.”

The room seemed to still around them. Darius frowned. You mean “Tessa’s father?… But he vanished during the war council. No one ever found his body.” Gamma nodded. “Exactly. And now Velise, in Madeline’s vision, called him Father too.” Darius jerked his head up. “What?” I don't seem to understand well enough.. Gamma’s voice lowered. “I didn’t believe it at first. But Madeline was sure. In her vision, Velise..your late mate..called Reailks ‘father.’ She wasn’t speaking to Tessa. She was speaking as if... she was his daughter.”

I glared at Theridialis just as I saw Sassy appear at my side, spitting and hissing in fury. "Are you trying to kill her?" His rage was impressive coming from a chubby Persian. "This is how you work, isn't it, Father? Everyone thinks you're the greatest mage of all time, but they don't know the truth. You just slam your way through everything and call it mage work." Sassy vibrated with his anger. Through the retreating pain, it took me a moment to realize what he'd said. Theridialis was his dad? The demon mage caught his own breath, as did Dad. They obviously suffered some from the backlash my attempt created. Only Mom seemed unaffected, but still very worried.

My mother turned to look toward my father. “I don’t know you guys. You should have seen the way he drained that half-blood God. He was the offspring of Poseidon. When Ryder was done with him, he was nothing but a weak human.” My mother’s face paled. “Is this true, Ryder?” My father asked, and I nodded. “It was instinct, like I knew how to do that my entire life.”

"Oh goddess. The Moonstone bloodline. The rebirth ability. It wasn't a gift from the Moon Goddess at all." "No." The truth settled over me like ice water. "It was selective breeding across multiple timelines. The Architect has been guiding my bloodline's evolution for millennia, creating the perfect vessel for void integration. My mother discovered this. That's why she had to die." "And your father?" Zack's voice was tight with barely controlled rage. I dove deeper into Marcus's memories, past his time in this reality, into the parallel world he came from. There, I saw Alpha Richard Silvermoon—Zack's father—meeting in secret with someone cloaked in shadows that seemed to devour light itself.

I look at him in confusion when he stands and paces the room. “My dad is responsible for the death of thousands of rogues, humans and wiped out packs. They wiped out the Dark Moon Pack.” I growl, you have got to be fucking kidding me! He is the son of Sampson Kingsley, the leader of the rogues who caused the fucking war. I place my hands on top of my head. Fuck! Oh, Gaia will fucking freak out. She will no doubt try to kill him for what his father did. Hold on, if Sampson was his father does that mean Crystal was his mom?

“You… I’m glad you’re back. Now I can finally kill you while he watches.” “You wouldn’t dare, you bastard!” Kaelen screamed, the chains biting into his skin, runes glowing red as he strained against them. A deep, hard, cold voice cut through the room. “You must be a disgrace.” I looked up. There he was…. The king of the seven kingdoms.. The monster every clan, wolf , and tribe feared … Aedric’s father. Malachai. “Oh… it’s you,” he said, distaste clear in his tone. “Sylvara…”

I wrapped it around myself, moving to stand beside Kael. Thaddeus's silver eyes found me, and something like recognition flickered across his face. "The mother. Moon Goddess bloodline, unless I miss my guess. And the father, descended from the First Alpha himself." He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. "You have no idea what you've created, do you?" "I created a son," Kael said flatly. "That's all."

After she spoke, Melinda took a deep breath. James asked, “Who are you then?” Melinda said, “I came from the Primeval Age. My father is Hadad Theophanes, the true master of the Heavenly Path.” Realization dawned on James’ face as he said, “Are you saying that the one behind the Heavenly Path is Radomir Theophanes, your senior disciple?” “Yes.” She nodded.

“How am I able to be a shadow whisperer? My mother was a seer, a strong and swift wolf, she never showed any signs of being anything dark.” Aris and Biel locked eyes. “You have no idea who your father is?” asked Aris and I denied. “It is possible that he is a primordial being, I dare say, perhaps he was as old as the gods. Those primordials were shadow whisperers. Perhaps your father survived all this time.” “Are you asking me if my father is a millennial being like you and Drago?” I asked incredulously. “You're missing my point Nadine,” Aris said. “Your father, perhaps, is someone much older than Drago and me. Someone so old that he's not even in the temple's DNA records.”