Meliodas Father Novels & Stories

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?

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.”

The threads of destiny were intricately woven, and he was now a vital strand in the cosmic tapestry. "And what about Dad?" Morekish finally asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and sorrow. His mother's gaze softened. "Your father was a noble guardian, Morekish. He fought valiantly to protect the nexus but, like all guardians, he faced challenges that tested his strength and resolve. In the end, he sacrificed himself to thwart a great darkness that threatened to consume the realms." Morekish's heart sank at the revelation. The heroic legacy of his father, the untold sacrifices, and the cosmic battles fought in the shadows—these were the chapters of his family's story that had remai

GILDEON Everything Drusden’s memory fragments had carved open for him slammed back into place at once. His father, Daego, and his wife, Ragina. The clash with the Greater Beasts. His father stumbling home with an infant in his arms. The Dark Plane yawning open like a wound. “You’re the one who lied to me,” Gildeon growled. “About who my parents were. About how my father—General Daego—died.” Haemos’s salamander eyes narrowed to burning slits. “How did you know about that?” he demanded.